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“ THEN I SAW THE OLD GYPSY TAKE MY SISTER’S HAND 
AND, SMOOTHING IT SOFTLY', PEER INTO IT.” 




THE QUEEN’S PAGE 


A STORY OF THE DAYS OF 
CHARLES I. OF ENGLAND. 


BY / 72812 

KATHARINE TYNAN HINK SON . 

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CHAPTER I. 

PAGE 

I am Called to Coukt 5 

CHAPTER II. 

I Meet with an Adventure 17 

CHAPTER III. 

I am Come to Court 28 

CHAPTER IV. 

We Go Forth to Battle 42 

CHAPTER V. 

Our Troubles Come Faster 53 

CHAPTER VI. 

The King’s Trust 64 

CHAPTER VII. 

An Adventure of the Road 75 

3 


4 


Contents. 


CHAPTER VIII. 

PAGE 

A Home-coming 88 

CHAPTER IX. 

We Meet with Gypsies 99 

CHAPTER X. 

I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. lit 

CHAPTER XI. 

The End of All Things 124 


THE QUEEN’S PAGE. 

A STORY OF THE DAYS OF CHARLES L 
OF ENGLAND. 


CHAPTER I. 

X AM CALLED TO COURT. 

The scent of water-lilies always brings 
sharply to my mind the day the sum- 
mons came for me to leave Lily’s Leaf; for 
it was summer then and the moat was full 
of the floating white and gold blossoms, and 
that morning when Father John said Mass 
the altar was decorated with them in open 
glass bowls. Moreover, through the case- 
ments set ajar the odors everywhere entered; 
and when my Aunt Monica summoned me 
to her presence my face as I came in was 
fanned by the June wind, sharp with the 
honey-scent of the lilies. 

My Aunt Monica sat in her high chair, 
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6 


I Am Called to Court. 


as was her wont, and, though her position 
did not call for support, leant from habit on 
her ebony stick. At one side of her writing- 
table sat Father John smiling at me out of 
his dim old eyes and taking snuff. Tabitha, 
Aunt Monica’s cat, was perched on his 
reverence’s knee; and the three looked so 
as if they had been taking counsel together 
that unconsciously I laughed out. 

“ Why do you laugh, Lancelot ? ” asked 
Aunt Monica, with the air of severity Avhich 
serves but to conceal a disposition of ex- 
treme tenderness. 

“ Forgive me, Madam,” I said, “it was 
but at Tabitha’s wise air, as though you and 
she and Father John had formed a council 
of deliberation.” 

She smiled, but she went on: 

“ You must put away childish things from 
henceforth, Lancelot, for we have come to a 
momentous decision regarding your future, 
and you will need to be grave and serious.” 

“Tush, Madam!” said Father John, 
laughing out. “ When I was at the court of 
King Louis the page-boys were playful as 
kittens.” 

“ Lancelot goes out in the world with the 


I Am Called to Court. 


7 


honor of the Tregarthens in his keeping. He 
is to he loyal and true, brave and honorable; 
and to serve the Queen, his mistress, and the 
King’s Majesty only after God. Then, if so 
be God wills it, he may perchance rebuild 
the fortunes of this ancient and impover- 
ished house; and to this end he will need to 
be of a conversation and recollection greater 
than his fellows.” 

“ Aunt Monica,” I cried out, for I could 
contain myself no longer, “ am I to go to 
court ? ” 

“ You go too fast, Lancelot. You should 
not so interrupt your elders. In due time 
I meant to have told you what we had de- 
cided on your behalf.” 

“ You told him, Madam, in your first two 
sentences,” said Father John, twinkling all 
over his rosy face. 

“ I had not meant such unseemly haste, 
then,” said Aunt Monica, smiling too, for 
she always took Father John’s jests in good 
part. 

“ When shall I go ? ” I cried out hot with 
impatience, not indeed to be gone, but to 
know how soon this future was to open be- 
fore me. 


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I Am Called to Court. 


Aunt Monica turned away her head. 

" You will have many years to he gone 
in, Lancelot,” she answered. " Have pa- 
tience with your few days longer at Lily’s 
Leaf.” 

" You wrong the lad, Madam,” said the 
priest; "it is the nature of youth to be 
eager and impulsive.” 

" You wrong me indeed. Madam,” I 
echoed. " I shall grieve to leave you and 
Father John, and my sister, Isabel, and 
Rowantree, and good mistress Rowantree, 
as well as Selim and Saladin, Don and 
Slut and Vixen, and Peter, whom I had nigh 
forgotten. My dappled fawn, too, whom I 
shall leave to Isabel, and the chickens in the 
water-hen’s nest on the island in the moat. 
They will not be fledged till I am gone. 
And Isabel, because she is only a girl, is not 
to be trusted with the boat on the water. 
These things and more I shall think of when 
I am at the Palace of Whitehall.” 

"I pray you may long think of such 
things,” said Father John, and he did not 
smile. "The heart of a child: that is the 
thing to keep all the days of one’s life. Your 
nephew has that, Madam,” he said, turning 


I Am Called to Court. 


9 


to Aunt Monica as though he had forgotten 
my presence. 

“ You are to be the Queen’s page, Lance- 
lot/’ went on my aunt. “ His Majesty has 
deemed it advisable to dismiss her French 
servants; and it will be hard to fill the places 
of those to whom she was accustomed in her 
happy girlhood before she came to this Eng- 
land of ours which 'has shown her but a 
dour face. Let her feel that one young Eng- 
lish gentleman can serve her as loyally as 
they, though he lack the same privilege of 
long acquaintance. Serve her in all things 
second only to God.” 

“ I will so serve her,” I said; and then my 
thoughts took another turn. 

“ Pray, Madam,” I cried impetuously, 
“ shall I wear a sword ? ” 

“ You shall, Lancelot. Father John has 
taught you to use it. Do not be too quick 
to draw it.” 

“ Yor to sheathe it, my lad,” put in Father 
John. One could never forget for long 
that he had been a gallant soldier and had 
fought in many battles ere ever he was a 
priest. 

“ Trust him. Madam,” he said again to my 


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I Am Called to Court. 


aunt. “ I have taught him more respect for 
the blade than that he should go tilting at 
windmills with it as did that excellent 
knight, Don Quixote de la Mancha, whose 
adventures please me more the more I read 
them. He will keep his in his scabbard, 
unless honor and the cause of his lady the 
Queen should force him to draw. He shall 
have my little Toledan sword, a toy to look 
at, but serviceable at need. God knows how 
soon the need may arise,” he muttered to 
himself; and a gloom came over his comely 
face. 

“ And now,” cried I again, “ when must I 

go ?” 

“ Alas ! ” said my Aunt Monica, “ the 
command gives us short time for leave-tak- 
ing.” 

“ So much the better, Madam,” inter- 
rupted Father John. “ You would not make 
the lad soft ? ” 

“I have tried not to, indeed,” said my 
aunt, humbly, and then turning to me: 

“ On Monday sennight you will leave us, 
Lancelot. It gives scant time for our prep- 
arations, but I shall see that you go not 
ill-equipped. And now, go tell Isabel your 


I Am Called to Court. 


11 


news. There is much for me to do in face of 
so sudden a departure.” 

Bowing myself from her presence I went 
out of the room with Don, her little spaniel, 
fawning at my heels, as though he knew 
it behooved him to he fond while he 
might. 

I was so full of my great news that as I 
ran through the gardens all asleep in the 
sun I kept shouting “ Isabel ” at the top of 
my voice, and barely waiting for an answer. 
At last I came out by the side of the moat, 
and found her where I had left her in the 
moored boat among the water-lilies, with her 
pale face resting on her hand and an open 
hook on her knee. It was a romance Father 
John had permitted her, with more of arms 
in it perhaps than suited her sex, hut from 
what she told me of it a right valiant hook. 
Myself, I had little time for the books Father 
J ohn and my sister loved. 

Isabel looked at me out of her quiet eyes 
which seem to my mind always so wise. 

“ What is it, Lancelot ? ” she asked. “ I 
know there is something.” 

“ There is something, Madam 'Stay-at- 
Home ; there is much. On Monday sen- 


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I Am Called to Court 


night Master Lancelot Tregarthen goes to 
court.” 

I said it proudly, and as I spoke paced 
away from her a few steps and returned. Al- 
ready I felt the sword at my side and the 
velvet cloak on my shoulder. Already I wore 
my feathered hat. When I turned hack with 
a swelling breast I saw that Isabel’s face was 
sad. 

“ Ah, Lancelot,” she said, “and you are 
glad to go.” 

“ Why that,” said I, “ is like Madam, our 
aunt. I suppose all women-folk must be 
alike. Can I not be proud to go, and yet 
grieve for all I must leave ? ” 

“ I suppose so, Lancelot,” she said. “ But 
I shall he lonely, bitterly, lonely. Think 
of the years we have been together.” 

“ There never was a more loyal little sis- 
ter,” said I. “ You have played the comrade 
to me well, though I think your heart was 
more in your hook and your spinet and 
among your doves and canaries than in 
playing the boy to me. Yet you never let 
me feel it.” 

She blushed with pleasure, and her color 
was like that of a little rose much prized by 


I Am Called to Court. 


13 


our Aunt Monica, which is called the Rose 
Celeste and hath for colors rose upon white 
and is of a most rare fragrance. 

“ I go to he the page of the Queen,” I said, 
leaping into the boat, and setting it to rock 
among the water-lilies. 

“ You will be near her Majesty,” she said, 
almost in a whisper, “and you will see our 
lord, the King. Ah, Lancelot ! ” 

“ Her Majesty has need of love. What do 
you think, Isabel ? They have forced the 
King’s majesty to banish her loyal French 
servants from court, because they are of the 
old profession as we are. She is so left alone 
except for the love of her consort and her 
children.” 

“ But you, Lancelot ? ” 

“ The sourest rogue in the Parliament 
would not dare say a Tregarthen was dis- 
loyal,” I answered. 

“ It will he gay at court ? ” she said wist- 
fully. 

“ A court is always gay, or seems gay,” I 
said wisely. “ But the clouds gather thicker 
about the way of the King. This Parlia- 
ment, which flouted him when he was first 
come to it, encroaches on every side. He 


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I Am Called to Court. 


will not yield to it; and he has not the iron 
heel to stamp it under.” 

“ Poor King ! ” said my sister, and her 
eyes were full of light. “ But how much you 
know, Lancelot, and how finely you say it ! ” 

For a minute I was tempted to take her 
praise because it was sweet. Then I remem- 
bered my honor and said: 

“ So much 'have I heard Father J ohn say 
when he talked with our aunt, half as if he 
had no audience.” 

“ Father J ohn’s heart is with the King.” 

“ So is every gentleman’s.” 

“ Except our neighbor the Lord Fair- 
fax’s.” 

“Let us not speak of him,” I said with 
anger. 

“I would,” said Isabel, “that the Queen 
had me to court for one of her waiting- 
women.” 

“ Perhaps she will, then,” said I, “ finding 
no lack of love in Lancelot Tregarthen.” 

“ I would die for her or the King ! ” said 
my sister. 

“ So also would I, and many another. So 
would Don, I dare swear,” said I, lifting the 
dog’s silky ear half in jest. “ Does not his 


I Am Called to Court. 


15 


own cousin sit at court on the footstool of 
the Queen?” 

For it was true our little dog had come to us 
from the court, being the gift of our cousin, 
Lady Joan, who was near the Queen’s per- 
son, and to whom I owed my pageship. 

“ If misfortune should befall their sacred 
Majesties,” said my sister — “which Heaven 
forefend ! — how great a happiness for you to 
he near them, to serve them even at the risk 
of your life ! ” 

“ That I should do, be sure, even though 
it should cost me my life. But they would 
not dare lay hands on the Lord’s anointed. 
They have done so much as they dare in in- 
sulting and resisting him. Yet the knaves 
can never touch his dignity nor the beauty 
of his person and character. So much have 
I heard Father J ohn say,” I added hastily. 

“ You will have finery to go to court? ” 

“I had not thought of it. I shall have 
Father John’s little sword of Toledo, damas- 
cened with gold and ivory. I shall need a 
horse, too, when I ride with the Queen.” 

“ Not Selim ? ” 

“ Selim is too old. Father John and 
Madam Tregarthen will see to it.” 


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I Am Called to Court. 


“ Lancelot, have you ever thought how 
fine a cavalier Father John must have been 
in the days when he and our grandfather 
were young together ? ” 

“ I 'have thought on it. Even yet he walks 
like a cavalier.” 

Isabel looked away over the wide and 
empty park, and I heard her sigh. 

"It will be lonely when you are gone,” 
she said. 

“You will have your books, Isabel. And 
you must take care of our aunt. She is old, 
though she is so straight. And mind you, 
Isabel, you are not to take out the boat alone. 
You are only a girl, and the moat is very 
deep, and thick with the roots of the lilies. 
Promise me you will not.” 

“ I will not, Lancelot. Indeed I think I 
shall come here no more till you return.” 

“ The water-hen’s brood will all be fledged 
by then,” I said. 

“ There will be other broods, maybe, ere 
you return,” said my sister sadly. 


CHAPTER II. 


I MEET WITH AN ADVENTURE. 

I had so many distractions at the time 
that I hardly remembered to he sad except 
when I met the eyes of my aunt or my sister 
Isabel, and even then I could not help my 
heart heating high when I thought of the 
things that were before me. 

We had always been pinched for money at 
Lily’s Leaf. That I knew, though I had no 
experience of its want, needing so little, and 
having so many pleasures within my grasp 
that did not call for payment of money. 

Yet I left home as well equipped,* I 
thought, as any young gentleman of my 
estate. 

A few days before I left home I was sum- 
moned by Father John to the front of the 
house, and there, to my amazement and de- 
light, I beheld two horses being led up and 
down. One was a very pretty barb, of a 
bright bay color, and an animal of much 
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I Meet ivith an Adventure. 


spirit and sensitiveness, as I could see by his 
fine slender head, his upstanding ears, and 
the way he spurned the earth as a creature of 
air and fire. The instant I saw him I loved 
him, and my first instinct was to run to him 
and caress him. Then my attention turned 
to the other horse, a stout, well-built little 
cob, well fitted for the road and for hard- 
ships, but showing by the other as a peasant 
maid might by Isabel. 

When I had taken in the two, I turned to 
Father John, who was watching me with 
benevolent amusement, and so absorbed that 
he held a pinch of snuff between his finger 
and thumb without partaking of it. 

“ Well, Lancelot ! ” he said. 

“ Oh, sir,” I cried, “ the barb takes my 
heart.” 

“Try him,” he said, still smiling. 

I was in the saddle in an instant and can- 
tering across the park. I had never ridden 
a horse of such spirit, for Selim and Saladin 
were old ; but so sweet was its temper and 
so obedient to the will of the rider, that I 
bestrode him as if we were one creature. I 
came back with an indescribable sense of 
exultation and found that my Aunt Monica 


I Meet with an Adventure. 


19 


and Isabel had joined Father John on the 
terrace steps. 

“ He is all I could dream of in a horse/’ 
I said. 

“ He is yours, Lancelot/’ my aunt said. 

I could only say, “ Ah, Madam ! ” for I 
was overcome with pleasure. 

“ And the cob ? ” I asked at length. 

“ The cob is for your servant. Have you 
looked at him at all, or have your eyes been 
all for the barb ? ” 

I turned then and looked at the stout 
country fellow who held the horses. In his 
smart servant’s dress I had not recognized 
him, but here under the hat grinned Tom 
Dale, a village lad who was attached to me 
ever since I had thrashed him for poaching. 

“ Why, Tom,” said I, “ will you too come 
to court ? ” 

“ That will I, master,” said he, “ and any- 
where thee goest. I am a stout hand with 
the quarterstaff, as thee knowest, and shall 
knock down the first knave that says ‘ mum ’ 
to me in Lunnon streets.” 

“ Don’t set out by quarrelling, Tom,” said 
Father John, “ or you may be more trouble 
to your young master than help.” 


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I Meet with an Adventure. 


“No, no,” grinned Tom. “I said if any 
said mum 5 to me. I won’t draw without a 
cause.” 

How it comforted me to have Tom Dale 
go with me, for it was not like leaving Lily’s 
Leaf altogether behind ; and it was a new 
pleasure to me to think of showing Tom the 
world, though, indeed, I was quite as rus- 
tic and untravelled as he. 

On the Monday sennight therefore we set 
out riding to London, and lying at the inns 
on our way. Our packages went by coach, 
and since the coach stayed not, were likely 
to reach London before ourselves, unless in- 
deed they were rifled by highwaymen on 
Hounslow Heath, a possibility which brought 
my heart into my mouth when I thought on 
the great case of confections and delicacies 
our old housekeeper, Mrs. Rowantree, had 
packed for us. There would he none such, 
I could swear, at the Palace of Whitehall. 

Despite the wet eyes at parting — I was but 
sixteen, and to my shame and sorrow blub- 
bered outright — that was a journey to re- 
member. I had never been from home be- 
fore, but perhaps because of that I gave my 
orders very loud at the inns, and ordered the 


I Meet with an Adventure. 21 

knaves here and there as if I were accustomed 
to a large retinue. Nor did my conduct seem 
displeasing to those I met with, for I remem- 
ber particularly the kindness of my hostesses 
and how one good creature almost wept over 
me because I, a boy, was taking the world by 
storm alone but for Tom Dale, and with such 
an unforeboding heart. 

Also I noticed much kindliness at those 
places where my servant let it be known that 
we were going to court ; and as we rode away 
blessings on the King’s majesty were cried 
after us, with confusion to his enemies, so 
that I could not doubt the heart of the com- 
mon people was with the King. 

We had something of an adventure when 
not thirty miles off London. We had ridden 
hard that day, and I was already half asleep 
when I heard a great cavalcade ride into the 
inn-yard. 

The next morning when I was dressing 
there came a sharp rapping at my door’ and 
when I opened it, a serving-maid stood there 
with a disordered countenance. 

“ 0, young gentleman,” she cried, “ if you 
have any regard for the life of your servant, 
I pray you to come at once to the stable-yard. 


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I Meet with an Adventure. 


where by the horse-block he is even now en- 
gaging three of Sir Thomas Fairfax’s men, 
if they have not indeed overcome him, poor 
youth.” 

“ I will come ! ” I cried, seizing my little 
sword of Toledo, though indeed I meant not 
to flesh it so unworthily as on Fairfax’! 
knaves ; for their master I regarded, as did 
all cavaliers, with the loathing and contempt 
due to his recusancy. But I trusted to fate 
to put in my hand a weapon more suitable. 

The serving-lass hurried me along the nar- 
row corridors of the inn, and down an out- 
side staircase, talking all the time with a 
fluency which belongs to the unlettered of 
her sex. 

“ He is a brave lad and a rash,” she said, 
“ that servant of yours, young sir, and as like 
to old Grip, our Yorkshire tyke, as ever I 
saw, for he knows not when he is beaten. 
Moreover, in this encounter ’twas he get upon 
the three, and each of them is old enough 
to be his father, and well armed to protect 
their lord’s coach from highwaymen. And 
well I believe they would have refused his 
quarrel had he allowed ; but as well get our 
Grip to let go of a rat once he has seized it.” 


I Meet with an Adventure . 


23 


All this and much more she chattered as 
she ran, and I was wroth with Master Tom 
and would not have grudged him a broken 
head if I could have spared him, for his fool- 
hardiness in hampering our journey by his 
desire for a fight. 

But presently coming out by the corner 
o* the stable-yard where the horse-block was, 
I saw my rogue pinned in a corner with the 
blood running down from his pate, and three 
fellows with cudgels laying on to him as 
heartily as ever I saw. 

“ Let be, knaves ! ” I cried, drawing my 
sword, and striking the nearest one with the 
flat of it. 

The three turned and I saw the fight had 
inflamed them, and they set upon me, where- 
upon the serving-lass went off bawling for 
help, and my Tom, coming to himself, gasp- 
ing, flung himself upon the stoutest of them 
with a roar of fury. 

How long I could have kept the other two 
back with my sword I do not know, but I 
had an unexpected ally. 

A tall and handsome man with the air of 
a soldier suddenly appeared upon the scene. 
He caught my two assailants each by the col- 


24 1 Meet with an Adventure. 

lar of his doublet and flung them aside, eas- 
ily, for he was of great strength. 

“ Dickon,” he said, “and you, Giles,” — and 
his cold anger was worse to witness than the 
rage of the choleric — “ how dare you brawl 
like this in a public place ? And how is it 
that I find you two grown men matched 
against this boy ? Is mine a service for cow- 
ards and bullies ? ” 

The fellow who had been engaging my 
Tom had slunk off, and it was but the men- 
ace of my eye that kept my rogue from 
springing anew on the others. 

“We provoked no encounter,” muttered 
one of the knaves. “ But this red-headed fel- 
low here, on learning that we were the 
General Fairfax’s men, demanded that we 
should shout for the King, and since we 
would not, set on us as if there were a dozen 
of him.” 

The gentleman, whom I now saw to be 
Sir Thomas Fairfax, flushed darkly and then 
went pale. 

“ And why not shout for the King ? ” he 
asked sternly. 

The fellow lowered his cunning eyes. 

“ He made it a cause of quarrel. Indeed 


I Meet with an Adventure. 


25 


it was ‘ Have at you ! ’ before we could open 
our mouths.” 

“ There, away with you ! ” said their lord 
contemptuously, “ and see there is no more 
brawling, or you will fare worse.” 

"I am sorry, sir, that you have been in- 
convenienced by these rascals,” he said to me 
courteously, “ but I am glad I came in time 
to save you drawing your sword to defend 
yourself ” 

“I but gave them the flat of it,” I said. 
“ I keep the point for nobler uses.” 

A smile lit up his sad and stern face. 

“ You are going to seek your fortunes,” he 
said, “ like the boys in the fairy-books ? ” 

“ I think mine is already made,” I said. 

“Why, I am glad of that for your sake, 
but grieved for a project of my own. If you 
had been for soldiering I would have asked 
you to take service with a plain soldier, even 
with myself, for I see you are gallant though 
still but a boy.” 

“ I am sixteen come May,” I said, “ and I 
go to a nobler service than even Sir Thomas 
Fairfax’s — to that of his Majesty the King.” 

A shadow crossed his face. 

“ God save the King’s majesty ! ” he said. 


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I Meet with an Adventure . 


lifting his hat. And after that he went from 
me without a word, not even knowing that 
I was his neighbor at Lily’s Leaf. 

As we rode forth from the inn-yard that 
morning we passed General Fairfax’s party 
in act to take the road. Himself was on 
horseback by his wife’s coach, and was talk- 
ing with her as we rode out. I caught a 
glimpse of my Lady Fairfax as I passed and 
doffed my hat to her. It was a beautiful face, 
I saw, and a proud head held high, but it 
carried something of discontent and trouble 
that was a cloud on its beauty. 

Her lord spoke to me as we passed by. 

"Young gentleman,” he said, "will you 
not ride with my party till we are in London 
streets ? From here the roads are infested 
with footpads and highwaymen, from whom, 
being well armed and numerous, even such 
courage as yours is poor protection.” 

"No, I thank you, sir,” I said very stiffly, 
and rode on my way. 

And yet I said to myself, unwillingly, that 
if he had not been leagued with traitors 
against the King’s majesty I could have 
loved the man, so much was I drawn to him. 

However,, we reached London without mis- 


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hap and the lodgings of my cousin, the Lady 
J oan, who was no longer at court. And there 
we lay that night, for we were travel-stained 
and unfit for courtiers. 

She was the prettiest and merriest lady I 
could wish to see, and yet — and yet she too 
had the cloud upon her that I was coming 
to believe was common to those who were 
friends of the King or had once been. 

The tale of Tom’s encounter with Fairfax’s 
servants amused her mightily. 

“ I must carry it to the Queen’s majesty,” 
she said. “ ’Twill take her fancy, or I know 
nothing of her. She will he for seeing your 
Tom, Cousin Lancelot. He must he a merry 
rogue.” 

And then with a sudden change of voice: 
“ Alack ! ” she said, “ if he sets out to split 
the skulls of all them who will not shout 
for the King, ’twill be a busy rogue as well.” 


CHAPTER III. 

I AM COME TO COURT. 

The next day my cousin Lady Joan and 
I went by water to Whitehall Steps. I was 
not a little proud of my appearance in my 
new garments of black velvet and white satin 
with fine ruffles of lace, and a befeathered 
hat. 

“Why, you are a fine fellow, Cousin Lance- 
lot, : ” said my lady when I was come into her 
presence ; and I was pleased, for I bad feared 
something countrified in my manners or at- 
tire which should bring upon me the jests of 
the other pages. 

I said as much, and my cousin reassured 
me. 

“ And what would you have done if it had 
been so ? ” she asked with laughter sparkling 
in her eyes. 

“ I should not have drawn,” I said, “ for 
blood-letting were unbecoming at court, but 
I am good at fisticuffs. I think I should have 
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made them mum-chance when I went by 
without using my sword of Toledo.” 

“ Mercy on me ! ” cried my cousin in mock 
consternation. “ Then it is well there will 
he no cause for quarrel. Why, to brawl in 
the palace ! ’Twould be the Tower no less, 
and an end to my fine designs for Sir 
Lancelot Tregarthen.” 

“ Then it shall not be,” I said, kissing her 
hands ; and then we sallied out to the water- 
stairs where our boat was awaiting us. 

My cousin had an audience for four o’clock, 
and while we waited, being come in good 
time, I saw several of those who would be 
my brother-pages, and could not but admire 
the way they ruffled it, who were after all 
but of my own age, and not so long perhaps 
come to court. And so full of pranks and 
jests they seemed towards one another that I 
could not but remember Father J ohn’s words 
about the pages of King Louis in his 
day. 

Also there were ladies-in-waiting passed to 
and fro, young and beautiful and richly 
dressed, yet none so beautiful, I thought, as 
my cousin. And grave lords crossed the ante- 
chamber from time to time, and I noticed that 


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many of them wore the look of trouble which 
but last night I had seen mar my cousin’s 
beauty. Moreover, though the day was sum- 
mer, the palace was so dark that I could have 
sworn it winter outside. Indeed the only gay 
things were the pages, and the silks of the 
ladies and the cushions on which lay many 
little dogs like to our Don, but be-ribboned 
and belled as he never was in his wild life. 

Presently the door which gave access to the 
royal chamber was flung open, and a very 
handsome cavalier came forth. Though 
swarthy and sun-browned, his face, with its 
slight peaked beard, but made the finer set- 
ting for the most vivacious eyes I had ever 
beheld ; and he showed so gallantly, with his 
sword clattering and the spurs jangling at his 
heels, that it was most heartening in face of 
the gloom that hung over the palace. Un- 
consciously I sprang to my feet as he passed, 
which he, noticing, swept me the finest of 
bows, the feathers of his hat touching the 
floor and a smile lighting his dark face. 

When he had passed I turned to my cousin 
Joan. 

“ I would that lord were my master,” I 
cried. 


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“ Fie, little cousin,” said Lady J oan, with 
her finger to her lip. “ You talk treason. 
Your master is that lord’s lord. And yet, 
faith, your choice were no discredit to you. 
That is Prince Rupert of Bohemia.” 

“ Ah ! ” I cried, with my heart in my 
mouth, “that I should look in one day on 
their Majesties and on Prince Rupert ! ” 

“ You are right, cousin,” said Lady Joan ; 
“ he shows amid our Cavaliers as his mother, 
the Princess Elizabeth, among other ladies 
in the verses of the accomplished Sir Henry 
Wotton” 

She murmured the verses as if she played 
to a lute, for we had the chamber to our- 
selves. 

“ You meaner beauties of the night, 

That poorly satisfy our eyes 
More by your number than your light — 

You common people of the skies. 

What are you when the Moon shall rise ? ” 

“ I daresay,” she went on, “ that Prince 
Rupert would welcome you to his Cavaliers 
later in the Holy War, yet I think, little 
cousin, your place will be by the Queen, a 
quieter service, but not less noble.” 

“Indeed I wish for no other,” cried I. 


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Just then we were called to our audience. 
In the shadow of my cousin I passed within 
the presence-chamber, with my head swim- 
ming and my eyes half-blind. Within the 
door we paused an instant, and I had time 
to collect myself. Then I saw the King’s 
majesty ; and more dimly the Queen, who 
looked at my cousin with a pretty gesture of 
her finger to her lip, for, as I discovered in a 
second or two, the King was reading aloud 
a verse he had hut newly made. 

Then I could have echoed Isabel’s cry : 
“ The King, ah, the King ! ” for towards 
him, who was loved as surely no man was 
ever loved before, there swelled in my breast 
such a passion of loyalty as my poor heart 
could hardly endure and not break. 

The room, panelled with oak and draped 
with tapestry, was dim ; though where the 
lattice-window stood ajar you could see the 
sun in a green and pleasant cloister, and clus- 
ters of roses hanging by the pane. But 
within there burned two wax candles in sil- 
ver stands on the King’s writing-table, light- 
ing that face of unspeakable gentleness and 
sweet melancholy as the winter sun lights a 
forest. 


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His long curling hair flowed about his 
shoulders. He was attired in black velvet, 
its only relief a blue riband and a diamond 
order. His voice was pensive as bis face, 
where the promise of martyrdom was plainly 
to be read ; and the words were to me dulcet 
and bitter, for indeed already he seemed to 
have foreseen what was to come. 

The Queen I saw later. She was playing 
with a little dog in her lap, and a dark- 
haired child stood by her knee and joined in 
the game. She had a most delicate and lively 
face with very sparkling black eyes, and her 
smile towards my cousin was so sweet that I 
could not but believe her compact of humility 
and grace. 

“Well, sweetheart,” said the King, when 
he had finished reading, “ do they please you, 
my poor verses ? ” 

The Queen burst into pretty commenda- 
tions of them, in mixed French and English, 
drawing towards her at the same time the 
dark-haired boy. 

When the King had set aside the verses 
with a sigh, the Queen beckoned my cousin 
to come out of the shadow by the door where 
we waited. I saw my cousin advance and 


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kiss the Queen’s hand, who very kindly raised 
her and seated her on a tabouret close to her- 
self. 

“Ah, my Lady Joan,” said the King, as 
though he woke from a dream, “ so you have 
not forsaken us though we are in eclipse, and 
friends would best serve their own fortunes 
to fly away from us,” 

“ They would be no friends,” said Lady 
Joan boldly, “and the sun in eclipse is yet 
the sun.” 

“ Well said ! ” cried the King ; “ and then 
your sex, Madam, is ever faithful in misfor- 
tune, and calamity but raises its spirit, as I 
should know” — with a tender glance at his 
consort. “ But you have brought her Majesty 
a new gentleman for her service, have you 
iiot ? ” he went on. 

Lady Joan beckoned me to come forward, 
and I, advancing with trembling knees, fell 
before the King’s footstool and kissed the 
hand he held out to me. 

“ You are of loyal stock, Sir Lancelot Tre- 
garthen,” he said, “ and I think we may 
count on your affection.” 

“ Indeed I would die for your Majesty ! ” 
I blurted out, and so great was the extremity 


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of my affection towards him that I felt my- 
self, to my consternation, in like to weep like 
a great girl. 

However, the King did not seem dis- 
pleased. 

“ Live for us rather, my child,” he said 
very gently. “ We cannot spare one faithful 
subject from our side in these dark days.” 

Then, standing up, he led me to the Queen 
and presented me to her, and I kissed hands, 
and if my eyes still turned towards the King 
I think she was not displeased. 

Yet I can see her, my most dear Queen 
and mistress, plainly at this moment as I saw 
her then. She was robed in white satin, with 
deep lace ruffles, and she wore pearls about 
her neck. In her hair, too, which came 
loosely curling on her forehead and rippled 
away in soft curls and clusters to the back 
of her head, was the milky fire of pearls. Yet 
at the moment my gaze might scarcely be 
withdrawn from the King. 

“ And what can you do for our service. Sir 
Lancelot Tregarthen, besides loving us ? ” 
she asked sweetly. 

“I can handle a sword, your Majesty,” I 
said, “ having learned sword-play from an ac- 


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complished swordsman. Also I can hawk and 
hunt. I can ride with your Majesty, and can 
do your Majesty’s errands swiftly and se- 
cretly. Moreover, anything your Majesty 
commands me I will do to the best of my 
ability, and if I fail it will not be because 
your Majesty’s service has not my whole heart.” 

“We have several pages who can hawk and 
hunt, ride, and make play with the sword — 
to say nothing of being as proficient at the 
ball as at the lute. Some there be, too, can 
pen a sonnet. And most, we think, are hon- 
est lovers of us and our cause. Sir Lancelot 
Tregarthen, can you serve our Mass ? ” 

“ That can I, your Majesty. I have an- 
swered the Mass for Father John, at home 
in Lily’s Leaf, since almost I could go alone.” 

“Why, then you are a clerk as well as a 
valiant young gentleman,” she said, “and 
you are come in time ; for since the Parlia- 
ment would have our suite go packing, we 
have needed a young gentleman to answer 
the Mass, till,” she said bitterly, “ the 
Blessed Sacrifice also they banish.” 

“ That they will not dare, sweetheart, since 
you hnve my promise.” 

“ Alas, they will dare all things,” said the 


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Queen ; and for a moment her black eyes 
swam in tears. 

Afterwards we were dismissed most gra- 
ciously, and I took my place among the pages, 
among whom I found excellent good friends, 
albeit somewhat saucy to a newxomer. They 
were not like her Majesty and Lady ,T oan and 
myself, of the old profession, but there was 
a bond between us and them in the love and 
loyalty they too bore their sacred Majes- 
ties. Indeed, if this were not a narrative of 
great events, I should have much to say con- 
cerning those brother-pages of mine, some of 
whom died very gloriously afterwards fight- 
ing for their King. 

However, the next morning I served the 
Mass for the Queen’s chaplain in her private 
chapel, which was thronged beyond the doors 
by courtiers and ladies, for her Majesty’s re- 
ligion, as the Eoundheads complained, was 
much in the fashion. 

But most I remember the Queen’s figure 
in the royal pew, with a veil hiding her 
beauty, and her attitude one of the most 
touching devotion. So true is it that we love 
our dear faith the more as it is vilified and 
persecuted by the wicked. 


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And from that day my dear mistress 
sought to have me near her person ; and 
often was I privileged to he in attendance 
upon her Majesty at moments wdien she was 
with her royal consort and their children, 
and so witnessed how sweet a felicity love 
may make even in the shadow of unnatural 
hatred, rebellion, and all rancors. 

Also at times I rode with her Majesty in 
the park of St. James, for in the streets it 
was not safe for her to show her person — 
alas that I should say it ! for those hypo- 
crites had so inflamed the popular mind. 

Whether these favors would have won me 
jealousy and dislike I do not know, had it not 
been that I was of the Queen’s religion, 
which seemed cause enough. Moreover, the 
love between me and my brother-pages grew 
every day. 

My Lady Joan took early occasion to tell 
her Majesty of Tom Dale and his quarrel 
with Sir Thomas Fairfax’s fellows. And her 
Majesty, who was more playful than her lit- 
tle princes, would have Tom to an audience, 
and thereby would no doubt have given scan- 
dal to a court less loyal and more strait- 
laced. 


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Honest Tom was at first overcome in the 
royal presence, but in time found tongue to 
give an account of his adventure at the inn, 
to which the Queen listened, laughing till 
she was wet-eyed. 

Then she asked him if it pleased him to 
be at court. 

“ Aye, your Majesty,” said Tom, “ it hath 
but one drawback.” 

“ And pray what is that ? ” asked the 
Queen, while I shook with apprehension for 
what Tom might say next. 

“ ’Tis too much of a sameness,” said Tom, 
“for every man will throw up his hat for 
the King, and every woman will die for him. 
So that mine arm goeth stiff, and my cudgel 
may go worm-eaten for all the use I shall 
have of him. Also,” went on my knave, “ I 
have learned to use a short sword like a 
gentleman, and am driven to lunge with it 
at the rat-holes, calling upon any rat that 
will come forth and not shout for their 
Majesties. In faith,” added Tom, “ they may 
take me to Bedlam, if so be I am a man of 
peace much longer.” 

Just then the King came and was sur- 
prised at Tom Dale’s presence ; but the hon- 


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est fellow kissed his hand with such fervor 
that I could see he had won favor with the 
King. The Queen, too, related to him in 
French my rogue's complaint, whereupon 
the King came as near laughing as ever 
he did. 

" Are there many like you, Master Dale,” 
he asked, “ in your country, so affected tow- 
ards us and against our enemies, and so 
ready to fight our battles ? ” 

" I could name you an hundred as stout,” 
said Tom. 

“ Why, then, that is a good hearing,” said 
the King, " and presently, I fear, we shall 
need all your love.” 

And then he gave his hand to Tom to kiss. 

Never indeed have I seen a rough fellow 
so affected as was Tom Dale at the honor 
which had been done to him, and the upper- 
most thought in his mind seemed to be the 
desire that his old Granny should hear of it. 

“ Why, so she shall, Tom,” said I. 

"Not from me, master,” said my rogue 
seriously, " for it is home in on me I shall die 
in the King's cause. But wilt promise me 
she shall hear it all, even to the ‘good 
Master Dale ' of her Majesty ? ” 


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He imitated the Queen’s pretty mincing 
speech so comically that I had laughed out 
but that I saw tears in the rogue’s eyes. So 
I even promised as he wished, and was 
amused afterwards to see with what a new 
importance he carried himself. 


CHAPTER IY. 

WE GO FORTH TO BATTLE. 

No doubt there were many sweet and 
pleasant days between my coming to court 
and the troubles that came after ; but so 
thick lies the cloud of calamity between me 
and them that I can scarce see them for the 
dark. 

Not overlong was my acquaintance with 
the Palace of Whitehall. For in the autumn 
of the year the country was plunged in civil 
war, and so pressing was the need of protect- 
ing the Queen’s person that she was removed 
out of London and abode for a time at 
Hampton Court on the river banks while the 
King’s majesty raised the royal standard in 
the north. 

Then her Majesty was all hopefulness : 
defeat and disaster were words unknown to 
her high and gentle spirit, and many a time 
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while we walked in the pleasant formal 
gardens of the Palace would she forecast the 
success of the King’s arms and lay down for 
his generals a plan of tactics which would 
have done credit to Prince Rupert himself. 

This, plainly, was how matters stood at the 
beginning of the war. The west and the 
north stood lo}^al as one man, always except- 
ing the town of Hull, which was on the side 
of the Parliament, and was garrisoned. In the 
south and the east the Parliament had a 
following larger indeed than at first we had 
believed ; and the city of London was trai- 
torous. Indeed, before her Majesty left her 
own palace there were found knaves to cry 
without the walls, “ Privilege of Parlia- 
ment ! Privilege of Parliament ! ” as pert 
as any parrot I ever heard. 

Her Majesty slipped away by water from 
the disloyal city to Hampton Court, and 
there abode one winter in quietness, much 
chequered by reports of the battles as we 
heard them, and by our fears for the King’s 
safety, for his Majesty was one that would 
not have the meanest of his subjects dare 
for him what he would not dare for himself. 

The day before the King set forth he had 


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summoned me to an audience, and well I 
remember that there was present the Mar- 
quis of Hertford, a nobleman very dear to 
the King, with whom he had cousinship in- 
deed, and a likeness in tastes so that either 
was happy in polishing an ode or trimming 
a sonnet; and the two well loved -the arts of 
music and painting. Moreover, the Marquis 
also was grave and gracious and had a most 
winning presence, as the poor Lady Arabella 
Stuart well knew. And like the King, the 
Marquis had a right noble contempt of fear 
and cravenness; but if it be not disloyal to 
say that any King’s man excelled the King, 
he was more wise in tactics and generalship. 
He was governor to the young prince, and 
now was to take command of the army of 
the west. 

“ Sir Lancelot Tregarthen,” said the King, 
after I had kissed hands, “ we have sent for 
you, that you may hear from our own lips 
why it is we have refused such excellent and 
faithful services when we need stout arms 
and brave and loyal hearts near our person. 
You have guessed our reason, perfiaps ? ” 

“Yes, your Majesty,” I said in a low 
voice. “ I had thought I was reserved for 


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another and as sacred a duty. Indeed, I had 
awaited your Majesty’s pleasure in the mat- 
ter were it not that my heart cried out to be 
near your Majesty if danger should come.” 

“ Why,” said the King, with a lightening 
of his face, “ you are not the only one, Sir 
Lancelot. Despite the things they say against 
us we have yet loving hearts ready to sacri- 
fice all in our service.” 

“ An hundred thousand and more,” I cried 
out. 

“ Yet listen, Sir Lancelot: you, I have 
reserved for a dearer service. Think you not 
there will be danger where our consort is ? 
She is not of the woman-stuff to bend before 
the storm and let it sweep over her. Nay, 
sweet as she is, she is as much man as any 
in England.” 

“ That I know, your Majesty.” 

“And knowing it, Sir Lancelot, you will 
understand that w T e place you near the 
Queen in guard. You are her favorite page. 
We make you now captain of her guard. 
Keep her, Sir Lancelot, from danger with- 
out. I would I might add, keep her from 
the danger of her own lofty spirit.” 

“ The Queen will be Queen still,” I said 


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soberly, for dazzled as I was by the King’s 
trust and my own advancement, I discerned 
the difficulty of my task. 

“ Whatever happens,” said the King, “ we 
shall rest more easy knowing the Queen has 
faithful friends at hand.” 

He turned, gravely smiling, to my Lord 
Hertford. 

“ Sir Lancelot Tregarthen,” he said, 
“ though young in years is old in discretion. 
We have appointed him Captain Danby to 
be with him to pilot his youth through 
stormy waters, if needs be, but we have en- 
tire trust in his love and devotion to us and 
our consort, and in his readiness to strike, 
and his discretion to withhold at the right 
times.” 

I remember that as I went out leaving him 
and my Lord Hertford together I mused 
upon the cruelty of things whereby this 
King, so fitted by his arts and accomplish- 
ments as well as by his truly kingly nature 
to adorn courts, should be flung upon a 
rough and turbulent time, and among them 
unfitted by nature to love his gentle quali- 
ties. And yet what qualities of courage, of 
steadfastness, of patience and endurance this 


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very adversity proved in his sacred Maj- 
esty, so that never yet was king so greatly 
loved. 

Indeed, but only some months had passed 
ere the Queen, my mistress, grew restive at 
the spinet and the broidery frame, and as 
the days went and this unnatural war but 
lengthened itself out, I have seen her stand 
and stamp with her tiny heel at her own 
thoughts, and lifting her delicate head gaze 
away from her as though she listened, 
thereby reminding me of the very usage of 
my barb, which conformed to that of the 
war-horse mentioned in the Scriptures. 

At last when it was come to full summer 
she would go and none could keep her. His 
Majesty was at this time between Oxford and 
London, not so far away, but a dangerous 
stretch of country between, as it was held 
by the Earl of Essex’s men, and if we rode 
that way we were as likely to fall into the 
hands of the Roundheads as the Cavaliers. 
And though at this time their hatred to the 
Queen had not reached that extremity which 
afterwards it did, and they had not hitherto 
tried to capture her person, yet I trembled 
to think of the insults she might be sub- 


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jected to if she were to fall in the hands of 
some of those fanatics. 

Still she would be gone, and so one night 
we crossed the river silently, and finding our 
horses the other side, set out over the sleep- 
ing country designing to make our way 
northward by a course well to the eastward 
of the armies. 

I rode the barb, but I noticed that her 
Majesty was mounted on a palfrey which had 
better become one of her women, for she 
liked a spirited mount, and a charger had 
better suited her. 

Some of our men had gone ahead leading 
horses, and there were of our party only 
myself and Captain Danby, Tom Dale, and 
another stout fellow, for we feared to attract 
attention by too large a cavalcade. 

At daybreak we halted in a copse not far 
from Hatfield and partook of food. There 
I saw for the first time how great a change 
the Queen had made in her looks and attire. 
She had smoothed her pretty hair down by 
her ears, and her riding dress was sad-col- 
ored. She wore the deep collar and cuffs 
affected by the Roundheads, and albeit 
her eye sparkled with her laughter, she could 


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in a moment pull a prodigiously long face, 
and affect a canting and snuffling manner of 
speech, such as belonged to those rebels. 
Now I understood the reason of her pal- 
frey. 

“ I am Mistress Comfort J enkins,” she 
said, "if we fall into the hands of these 
Roundheads, and I am fleeing like many an- 
other from the plague, which has again made 
its appearance in London. I go to my uncle, 
the saintly Master Unctius-and-Holiness-in- 
the-Lord Jenkins at the University town of 
Cambridge, and you, Sir Lancelot, are my 
brother, and Captain Danby here is my 
major-domo ; and since it is not wise for 
godly maidens to risk a meeting with malig- 
nants, there are a couple of men of the 
city train-bands w'ho accompany me through 
the offices of my worthy uncle’s friend, 
Master Praise-God-Barebones.” 

I was in a marvel at her till I remembered 
how greatly her Majesty had excelled in 
stage-plays, which was one of the charges 
these Roundheads brought against her. 

And so while we rested, very prettily did 
she teach us what parts we were to assume 
in case of a surprise. But Tom Dale, who 


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had grumbled much at assuming the crop- 
ears’ garb, asked her Majesty: 

“ And shall I not cut any fellow over the 
head who doubts me to be a Roundhead, 
your Majesty ? ” 

Which question amused the Queen might- 

iiy- 

We rested in that coppice till it was dark 
and then pushed on, choosing the fields 
rather than the roads, and after a night’s rid- 
ing were come into friendly country where 
our great danger was from our own friends 
whom our garb should deceive. 

For this reason we deemed it prudent still 
to advance with great caution, and so we 
came in time to the camp of my Lord New- 
castle, and had like to he shot for a party of 
Roundheads but that there was a lady in the 
midst of us. 

Yet the Queen, out of her high spirits, 
would not have us declare we were Cavaliers, 
and so we were hustled by a hand of stout 
fellows even to the door of the tent where 
my Lord sat at wine with his officers. 

And my Torn, being a quarrelsome fel- 
low, alarmed me lest he should be slashed 
over the head, and certainly he would have 


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been so but that those who captured us were 
veterans and not hot-headed. 

But said one, jeering: 

“You shall hang as high as Aman, yea, 
verily,” mocking us with the Puritan drone, 
which set the Queen to laughing heartily. 

Then you should have seen those good 
fellows when, being come with their captives 
to the EarFs tent, the Queen called out very 
gayly: “My Lord of Newcastle, my Lord of 
Newcastle,” and the Earl coming forth in 
haste straightway knelt in the muddy place 
by the tent-door, to the detriment of the 
lace ruffles which fell at his knee, and kissed 
the Queen’s hand. 

Then she pointed out the leading man of 
her captors and cried out to my Lord that 
he was to have the next company, because 
of his vigilance and courtesy; and then lit 
down from her palfrey and found under her 
feet the EarFs cloak of velvet which he had 
flung for her, whereupon she rallied him, 
saying that he but copied an old compliment 
of Master Walter Raleigh’s to Queen Bess. 

That evening you could not have believed 
you were in camp and on the eve of battle, 
for whereas a woman’s presence is a hin- 


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drance and a lieayy thought to all true gen- 
tlemen in such a place, and this was the first 
woman of the realm, and so most precious, 
yet her coming seemed to bring nothing but 
joy and hope. So may the coming of the 
holy maid Joan of Arc have inspirited the 
French in those old wars. 

And if I had loved my dear mistress 
before, when she abode in courts and 
bowers, much more did I love her now for 
her right queenly and undaunted front in 
face of perils. 

So we sat to dinner with my Lord New- 
castle and his officers, and amid flowers and 
lights and silver and fine napery, it was 
easy to forget that our feet were on the sward, 
except indeed her Majesty’s, for though she 
declared she would fare like any soldier of 
them, the Earl made so earnest a prayer that 
his cloak might be her footstool that at 
length she right sweetly yielded. 


CHAPTER Y. 


OUR TROUBLES COME FASTER. 

J ust one glimpse more of the Queen while 
yet our hopes held, and then the years go 
under a pall. I would I could keep her for 
you as she rode the morning of Atherton 
Moor with the Earl of Newcastle to review 
the army. The Queen had not forgotten the 
woman so much that her wardrobe was left 
behind ; for, as I learned, one of the led 
horses we had sent north before us carried 
cases for the Queen’s adorning. 

So it was that when she rode out on the 
black charger the Earl had placed at her 
service she had laid by her sad-colored gar- 
ments for a habit of murrey velvet. Her 
girdle was gold set with gems, and in her 
feathered hat was a diamond star. And yet 
she looked right soldierly, for by her side 
hung a sword of fine steel, damascened with 
gold, and at her heels were little gold spurs, 
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and there was a case of pistols in her saddle- 
flap, so that it was no wonder the Cavaliers 
shouted as one man that the Queen should 
lead them. 

That, too, she had the spirit to do, but 
that my Lord’s entreaties dissuaded her, and 
perhaps even more the compunction she felt 
for me when she witnessed my distress, for 
I could have torn my hair when I thought 
of her flung on the waves of battle. Yet per- 
haps, after all, what moved her most was the 
Earl’s reasoning that her presence in their 
ranks would make every Cavalier think only 
of her safety, which she had the wit to per- 
ceive and the wisdom to be moved by. 

As it was, we watched the battle from a 
height, and many a time it brought my heart 
to my mouth when a rain of bullets blew our 
way, or a shell from a distance ploughed the 
ground before our feet. Yet the Queen on 
her black charger sat motionless, and spoke 
but once, and then it was to utter a most 
sweet apology to us that she had disap- 
pointed us of the battle. 

It was a strange scene as ever I remember. 
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starred with the greater white daisies, with 
here and there the rosy purple of the clover- 
blossom. Near us in overhanging elms the 
birds sang undismayed, though, as the hours 
passed, the conflict of men and horses be- 
neath was hidden from us by the smoke 
of powder, which was sharp in our nostrils. 

I dare swear we watched six good hours 
and stirred no more than a cavalcade of 
stone. Then at last there came staggering 
to us out of the smoke a Roundhead so be- 
grimed and bloody that he presented a wild 
aspect. Then for the first time I heard the 
Queen cry aloud, for she thought surely the 
day was lost. And I had nigh drawn upon 
the man when he flung his arms about the 
neck of my barb, and cried out ere he 
swooned that the day was ours. Then I 
recognized as he tumbled at our feet Tom 
Dale, whom I had lost earlier in the day. 

The Queen then, lighting down beside 
him, lifted his head, and cried to me for 
water, which I fetching in my hat from a 
little well close by, he was soon brought to. 

Indeed he opened his eyes with an extra- 
ordinary suddenness, and sitting upright, 
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“ The Fairfaxes fly, they fly ! But mark 
you, Madam the Queen, that I have chopped 
like a ripe apple the skull of him that would 
not shout for the King.” 

Whereupon the Queen laughed and 
sobbed, the stress of the day being over, and 
cried out that the King himself should raise 
Master Dale to be an esquire. 

And as Tom said we found to be true, for 
my Lord Fairfax and his son, Sir Thomas, 
had been in the rout from Atherton 
Moor. 

Alas, afterwards 'twas one long tale of 
calamity. The King would have my Lord 
of Newcastle join forces with him to march 
on London, but the Earl was faint-hearted 
or too careful and would not ; so once again 
did the King's gallantry and wisdom come 
to naught because of the backsliding of them 
that followed him. Then his Majesty fought 
at Gloster and was defeated, and again at 
Newbury, where he met the Earl of Essex, 
and lost the day ; and alas ! one of the 
noblest heads in England fell that day. 

This was my Lord Falkland, a noble of as 
stainless an honor as may be found in this 
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ing, and dear to his Majesty as much by rea- 
son of his love for the liberal sciences as for 
his sweetness of personal character. He was 
one of those — and there were many such in 
the civil war — certainly created by God to 
adorn a time of peace, and, alack ! horn into 
rough times, and destined to be mere prov- 
ender for the sword and food for powder. 

He had much lore, and, brave soldier 
though he was, yearned but for the delights 
of love and learning of the arts, and that he 
might serve God and the King. It was ob- 
served early in these troubles that my Lord 
Falkland’s beauty took upon it the shadow 
of doom, and I have heard it related that 
when he knew not eyes were upon him sighs 
would break as from his heart, and he would 
cry aloud, “ Peace, peace ! ” 

On the morning of the battle of Newbury 
this excellent gentleman clad himself as for 
his wedding, and took great pains with the 
adorning of his person. Some one having re- 
monstrated with him that his white satin 
and silver was no garb for the field of bat- 
tle, he smiled that quiet and gracious smile 
which often I had observed admiring. 
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but I have a prevision that I shall see my God 
this night.” And so it happened. 

Thus fell one of the greatest bulwarks 
the King had against the Parliament, for 
not his most ravening enemy could assail 
the integrity of my Lord Falkland, whom we 
held on our side somewhat as those perse- 
cutors held Mr. Hampden. 

Truly, the King had much sorrow. The 
Queen had joined him at Oxford in the win- 
ter of 1644. The University city had proved 
most loyal to his cause, and had been indeed 
his city of refuge and his headquarters dur- 
ing these troubles. 

While we were with him there came news 
of the terrible disastef at Marston Moor, 
whereby, owing to an error of judgment on 
the part of Prince Rupert, the Cavaliers were 
entirely defeated. 

These trials, one after another, the King 
bore with noble resignation and unquenched 
spirit. 

He had barely had time to understand the 
magnitude of the defeat when there came 
riding into Oxford that Prince whom I had 
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scured under sorrow and trouble, as much as 
his person w r as disfigured by mud and the 
stains of the battle and the weariness of hard 
riding and the dangers he had passed. 

I chanced to be in attendance on the Queen 
in the King’s presence when the Prince 
came. It was a chill day of lowering skies, 
but the tapestried chamber was lit by a 
leaping fire of driftwood, near which their 
Majesties sat and conversed in low tones. 
The King had given me some dispatches to 
set in order, and I sat at a distance from 
them in the square window of the chamber, 
yet could not but notice how their Majesties 
held hands as they conversed, and how near 
were those heads in whose locks, alas ! the 
snows of an untimely winter had begun to 
be sprinkled. 

Suddenly the door was flung open, and un- 
announced a Cavalier in riding dress entered 
and flung himself on his knees before the 
King. 

His back being towards me I did not for a 
moment recognize the Prince Palatine, of 
Bohemia, but I saw his Majesty’s face as he 
bent towards the kneeling figure, and it was 
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choly that made so much of its beauty, and 
which, alas ! not even Master Vandyck could 
keep for this bereft world. 

“ Why, Rupert,” he said, raising the 
Prince, “ not at our feet, but here by the 
Queen and us is the place of our most splen- 
did soldier.” 

“ Alas, my liege,” said the Prince, and I 
could have sworn I heard him sob, “ I have 
lost you the day because I would not take a 
wiser man’s counsel.” 

“ Many days have you gained,” said the 
King, “by this same hot-headedness. God 
willed that our enemies should prevail 
against us ; but I praise His name that He 
has saved us you.” 

He then kissed the Prince on both cheeks, 
and leading him to the Queen, she also 
spoke sweet words to him and comforted him. 
Indeed, rarely have I seen a sight so tender 
as the royal consorts forgetting their own 
grief in kindness to their friend. And true 
indeed it was, that though he lost us Mars- 
ton Moor, yet no jewel of the King shed so 
brilliant a light on his reign and his cause 
as this same glorious Prince of Bohemia. 

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Queen, for my dismissal, but they seemed to 
have forgotten me at my scrivenery in the 
window-place. 

“ Alack,” I heard Prince Rupert say, “ not 
only have I lost your Majesty the day, but I 
have lost you Newcastle as well. Sire.” 

“ What ? ” cried the King, frowning very 
angrily, “ has my Lord Newcastle left us ? ” 

“ He has taken ship for abroad. He was 
wroth with me when I would not listen to 
his wisdom, and let those knaves fall asunder 
by their own rottenness. So have I lost your 
Majesty a most valiant friend and general.” 

He dropped his face between his hands, 
but the King touched him lightly on the 
shoulder. 

“ Tush, Rupert! ” he said, “ friends do not 
go in times like these. My Lord Newcastle 
was impatient to be gone.” 

“ He left behind him all his revenues, Sire, 
his great wealth and estates. He has gone 
forth a beggar. Yet I can well believe he 
sighed to be gone.” 

“ He will make sonnets with Willie Daven- 
ant,” said the King bitterly, “ and forget 
our extremity. His wealth was good while 
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sun with a beggars scrip if need be, and 
make his verses and read his dead poets. 
Many a gentleman as scholarly as my Lord 
Newcastle has our love brought into these 
untoward days, yet the others endure — en- 
dure or die,” he said ; and I thought he re- 
membered my Lord Falkland. 

But I saw tears in the Queen’s eyes, be- 
cause she had been with my Lord Newcastle 
on that day of triumph, and had known how 
splendid and generous as well as valiant he 
was. Besides, one blow upon another might 
well lie heavy awhile upon her spirit, fine 
thing though it was. However, she said 
nothing, and his Majesty proudly forbore to 
speak further upon the Earl. But both their 
Majesties were joined to render honor to the 
Prince Palatine and to make him forget, if 
that might be, the injury his rashness had 
inflicted on their cause so long as he re- 
mained ; for this dear and splendid Prince 
Bupert was ever but a stormy petrel of war, 
nor was long happy except he was in the 
roar and thunder of it. 

That winter the King met the leaders of 
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House, but could come to no settlement with 
them, they being determined to strip him of 
so much of his royal prerogative and dignity. 
Much should I have liked to ride with his 
Majesty when he went forth of Oxford on 
these errands, but he had laid it on me as a 
sacred duty that I should keep guard over 
the Queen, who was this winter in less than 
her usual health and spirits. 

About that time we began to hear much 
of that arch-malcontent, Oliver Cromwell 
of Huntingdon, of whom the shrewd said 
that he would surely one day over-top 
the Parliamentarians, as a stout oak a forest 
of saplings. And this might be, since the 
years which had been so bitter to us had 
robbed them of Mr. Pym and Mr. Hampden : 
and of these two I believe it that had they 
lived, the terrible and tragic end to our 
struggle had never come to pass. 


CHAPTER VI. 


THE KING’S TRUST. 

It was a miry and gloomy day in the 
January of 1645, and Oxford, I well remem- 
ber, was full of the river mist, when there 
came a mounted messenger with dispatches 
for the King. He was at table with the 
Queen when he opened them, and reading 
the first, I saw him for the only time dis- 
solve in tears. 

The Queen ran to him with anxious love. 
For her own part, I believe she was become 
so acquainted with sorrow and disaster that 
she expected naught else. 

“ Laud is dead,” he said, and his voice was 
like the tolling of a mournful bell. 

u Alas,” she cried, “ the great Arch- 
bishop ! ” And yet I could not help feeling 
that her grief was for the King’s grief and 
the King’s friend rather than for personal 
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“ First Strafford/’ he cried out bitterly, 
“and now Laud: and their only crime that 
they loved me. And next it will be Charles 
Stuart. There is nothing they will not 
dare.” 

“ They have killed him,” cried the Queen, 
and her voice trembled with its wrath; for 
at first I think she had believed that the 
Archbishop, being old, had died of the hard- 
ships of his long imprisonment. 

“ They have killed him,” echoed the King; 
“ and I could not save him, as I could not 
save Strafford. Well it had been for me if I, 
too, had laid down my head under the axe 
that slew my Strafford ! Alas and alas for 
the venerable head that now lies where that 
comely head once lay ! ” 

Then the Queen, seeing him so overcome, 
drew him gently with her into an inner 
chamber, and we who had been moved to 
tears at his Majesty’s suffering saw no more. 

But after that the gloom settled down on 
the King, and the rare smile we knew of 
old came no more. For the shadow of his 
own end was come upon him; and I think 
he never forgot to grieve that his friends had 
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known the great Archbishop in the days of 
his pride and his power the news was heavy. 
To think they could not spare him who had 
endured so patiently insult and imprison- 
ment even into the snows of age, and who 
died so nobly that any heart of stone might 
rue the same. “ For,” said he, hearing he 
was to die, “ there is none so anxious for my 
death as am I for my going: ” and surely 
purged by his martyrdom his pride and 
sometime severity in the day of power. 

Nor could I forget that the sacred things 
of my religion, which had been spat upon 
and profaned, and were hated so by those 
sour zealots of the Parliament, were held by 
the Archbishop in tender reverence, so that 
one of their cries against him was that he 
was secretly a Papist. 

Even themselves who could not relent to 
spare his venerable life knew him great, as 
was said by the attorney Wilde who prose- 
cuted him they had already condemned: 
“ This man is like Naaman the Syrian, a 
great man hut a great leper.” 

In the spring of that year there came 
secret dispatches to the King from Prince 
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this treaty-making which came to nothing, 
and had too long endured the sour faces of 
that crew of hypocrites, beside which the 
saddle and the air of the battle-field seemed 
sweet after this winter of sorrow and low 
weather. 

He summoned me to his private chamber 
after the hearer of the dispatches had left 
him. He looked more eager and alert than 
I had seen him since the day that brought 
the news of his grace of Canterbury’s end. 

“ Sir Lancelot Tregarthen,” he said, “ it 
is now some years that you have been in our 
service and have shown yourself ever vig- 
ilant, faithful, and loving.” 

“ I am that, my liege,” I said. 

c< We have found you wise beyond your 
years,” he went on, “ as was proved when 
you were entrusted with the Queen’s safety, 
and did convey her safely even through an 
enemy’s country to friends. And since then 
you have been much in our sight, and we 
have had no fault to find with you, nor has 
the Queen.” 

I stood silent, being so overcome with the 
sweetness of his praise that I did not think 
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Suddenly the King came forward and put 
his hand on my shoulder. 

“ Think you not/’ he said tenderly, “ that 
I do not know what it has cost young blood, 
aye, and valiant blood, to wait on a woman’s 
pleasure, even though that woman be the 
Queen, when there is fighting to be done ? 
And possible glory, and at worst an heroic 
death waiting for every lad with a stout 
heart and a strong sword-arm ? Believe me, 
I know.” 

“ Alas ! ” I cried out, for he had touched 
a secret sore with me. “ It has cost me 
much. There have been moments when the 
battle has called so sweetly to me that it has 
taken all my manhood to stay.” 

The King bowed his head. 

“ You have rendered us truer service than 
many who have bled for us, and believe me, 
sir, Charles Stuart is not ungrateful. You 
are a poor gentleman, Sir Lancelot Tre- 
garthen ? ” 

“ A mere soldier of fortune, your Maj- 
esty.” 

“ Ah, well, at this hour we are more like 
to empty our friends’ coffers than to fill 
them. Yet if our misfortunes should take a 


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turn^ and I think the tide of them is almost 
full, yon shall be my Lord Tregarthen, with 
a revenue to build up your lost estate. And 
if I repay you not, then them who shall come 
after me to punish these malcontents shall 
have it in trust.” 

I tried to say that I was the King’s man, 
and his trust enough for me without rewards 
or titles; hut he went on, barely heeding me. 

“ Our nephew,” he said, “ has summoned 
us to 'his side, and we go almost at once. 
Once again, Sir Lancelot Tregarthen, we 
leave you the Queen in charge. So long as 
things remain as they are she is safe in Ox- 
ford. The loyal young gentlemen of the 
University will rally to her as one man. But 
by and by there may be peril. Rupert 
hears that my Lord of Essex is like to sit 
down before Oxford walls. If news should 
come of the march of his army, the Queen 
must fly. She shall not spend the hour of 
her woman’s extremity in a beleaguered city. 
For the present let her rest here; but be you 
watchful as her hound, Sir Lancelot, and if 
there is a whisper of danger let the horses 
stand saddled by day and night. To your 
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“ Shall I have a guard, your Majesty ? ” 

“ If you will, Sir Lancelot; but if you are 
to convoy the Queen, Twould be as well to 
travel wit h as little company as possible. ? Twill 
be a matter for guile and cunning rather 
than for a show of force. I do not think 
they would dare harm her if she were to fall 
into their hands; but none can say how 
much longer they will or will not dare. Get 
her to the loyal west. Sir Lancelot, and to 
a seaport town, whence she may embark 
for her own country if the need should 
come.” 

“ All that I will do, your Majesty,” I cried 
with fervor, “ God helping me ! ” 

“’Then perhaps,” he said, smiling a little, 
“ when her Majesty is laid in safety with her 
mother, the Queen-mother, she may spare 
you to our standard — if then it be flying,” 
he added, as a mournful after-thought. 

The next day the King left us. 

After he had gone ? twas weary waiting 
while the hot, rich days of the summer 
waxed. I well remember how the grass 
ripened and shed its seeds in the college 
gardens, and was mown and 1 ay in swaths, 
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night, for I did not sleep for watching lest 
peril to her Majesty should arise. 

And at the height of that summer season 
there came ill news, for the battle of Naseby 
was fought and lost. 

I was walking with her Majesty in Christ 
Church meadows, which at that season are 
full of the purple fritillary, when the messen- 
ger found us. And with the ill news there 
came a warning that it was time for us to 
be gone, for they would break the King’s last 
stronghold in England and leave him no 
resting-place. 

“ You have heart for it, your Majesty ? ” 
I asked. 

“ Rather, Sir Lancelot,” she said, “ I 
have so little heart that I have heart for all 
things, for it seems to me no greater harm 
can befall us.” 

I was grieved to the soul to see my dear 
mistress so cast down, she who had been wont 
to endure hardships and reverses with so 
manful a spirit. And it seemed to me best 
we should be gone at once, for I knew she 
was even yet of so fine a metal that she 
rang true when a call was made upon her. 
Yet I prayed her to be of good heart, for, 


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said I, there are yet the Scots under the 
Marquis of Montrose. But she shook her 
head and would not be comforted. 

We were to go in disguise, the Queen as a 
plain country lady, riding to be with her 
mother who abode in a quiet by-way of 
Devon, her husband a captain of London 
train-bands, having his hands overfull to 
guard his wife on her journey. Therefore 
he had sent her under the guard of a young 
chirurgeon, to wit myself, with three fellows 
able to hold their own with any malignant 
that ever was. And indeed since the Parlia- 
ment now held the country there was little 
to fear except from broken gentlemen of 
fortune, who, having lost all in the King’s 
service, must needs take the road for a live- 
lihood. 

For fear of these ostensibly my fellows 
went armed, but I had little fear of them, 
but only that a rumor might spread that 
the Queen had left Oxford, and a watch be 
kept for her on the road. 

For this reason we resolved to leave 
secretly after nightfall, thus escaping the 
ardent loyalty of the young gentlemen of the 
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a parting with the Queen that the rumor of 
it might well spread and cause the thing we 
dreaded. Indeed they had declared openly 
that if the Queen found Oxford no longer 
safe, they would march with her to the con- 
fines of the kingdom; which would have been 
a pretty thing indeed, for while the Round- 
heads swooped on us on the one hand, they 
would be also free to steal into Oxford by 
the back door, finding none to guard it. 

I had procured a coach for the Queen, of 
an ancient cut but comfortable, without 
arms or escutcheon, which were vanities 
those rebels set themselves above. And 
since Dobbs, the Queen’s coachman, was a 
familiar face to many in the kingdom, and 
besides a fat and pursy man of such weight 
that he could only win in a tussle by falling 
upon his enemy, we e’en left the poor man 
behind. 

Tom Dale took his place in a coachman’s 
coat of many capes and stained with the 
weather, and we others assumed the steeple 
hats, the belted surcoats, and deep bands of 
the Puritans. 

And so we went forth on a starless night, 
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the captain of the guard, who ushered us 
sadly forth from the westward gate of the 
city. And fain would I have taken one of 
the Queen’s ladies, but that it had made our 
responsibility greater. So once again my 
dear mistress committed herself to my 
charge. But alas! that night I could not but 
remember how gayly she had ridden north 
with us, who now was sad and patient and 
untimely old: and the latter I was grown to 
be myself, by reason of many griefs and anx- 
ieties, so that none, even my nearest, could 
have recognized in me the lad who had left 
Lily’s Leaf with so high a heart and unfore- 
boding a spirit. 


CHAPTER VII. 


AN ADVENTURE OF THE ROAD. 

I rode by the Queen’s coach, and that first 
night out I think she slept and forgot her 
sorrows. I knew Tom Dale drove his horses 
as carefully as one might carry a young child, 
and I loved' him for his gentleness, which 
was much needed since the roads were rough 
and the coach scarce designed for ill usage. 
But it may be believed that ambling softly 
we went but slow, and I was right glad we 
feared no pursuit. (Still I was put to it to 
check the impatience of my barb, so that now 
and again when we had an open road I gave 
him a brisk canter ahead, returning to re- 
port that the way was clear and no sign of 
danger ahead. 

Fortunately in my lazy days at court I 
had been able to spare the barb, so that he 
kept undiminished his youth and fire, and 
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horse is as true a friend as a man may have; 
and my Achmet, as I had called him, was 
beyond praise, and leal to death — ah, yes, 
leal to death. 

It was right pleasant weather, and all the 
woods in leaf and in song, and glad I was 
that our flight took place in summer, for 
thereby we were enabled to avoid the inns, 
which for us were dangerous places. The 
greenwood made indeed as pleasant a sleep- 
ing-room and a hall as ever I saw; and when 
one awoke in the morning to the delicious 
singing of birds and the tender airs and the 
warm wind and the sweet fragrance, it was 
easy to forget the sadness we had known, and 
to hope and trust for the immediate day, and 
the future beyond. 

Even the Queen’s heart was lifted up, 
though we knew his Majesty by this time a 
fugitive; and I saw her almost merry when 
the second morning she emerged from her 
tiring-room, which we had fitted up with 
our horse cloths hung between two trees, 
behind which a little rill trickled into a 
basin of green. 'She slept in her coach, 
which was equipped for her comfort, and 
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ever was damask with harebells and saxifrage. 
And she would honor me by having me to 
her table, while Tom and the two postilions 
feasted at a distance. And right glad was I 
to see that she bore her fatigues so bravely. 
Indeed, I think, with the rest of us, she was 
better for being astir and out of the sadness 
which lay upon Oxford and its golden lan- 
guorous weather. 

We rode for two days without adventure. 
On the third night we met with highway- 
men, a meeting which even yet, after all the 
sadness, makes me merry to think upon. 

It was a night of white moonlight, 
and for some hours we had been travelling 
across a moor which afforded shelter only to 
the moorhen or the ouzel, and we had ridden 
later than usual in the hopes to come upon 
some such wood of refuge as that in which 
we had slept last night. 

I had ridden ahead some distance from 
the coach, and espied at length a shadow of 
trees where the ground fell sharply away, so 
putting my barb at a canter I trotted along 
merrily in hopes the place would serve. 

I had almost reached it when there rode 
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fellows on horseback, with vizors concealing 
all but the white of their eyes. “ Stand and 
surrender ! ” shouted one in a great jolly 
voice, which seemed well-known to me, 
though at the moment I could not remem- 
ber where I had heard it. And the other, 
a shorter fellow, made a lunge at me with 
his sword, and caracoled his horse, which 
was black with a white star on the forehead, 
very prettily in front of me. 

Now I had an idea that if I could unmask 
my gentlemen there might be some sport, 
and I was right glad that they did not in 
the first place clap a pistol at my ear, and 
no more about it. So I just whipped out my 
sword of Toledo, and for the next five min- 
utes there was as pretty a bit of sword-play 
between me and the shorter of the two high- 
waymen as one might wish to see. 

The bigger fellow meanwhile sat his horse 
in the moonlight like an image of bronze, 
except that now and again he applauded 
one or the other of us as I have seen ladies 
do at the play-house, with as negligent an air. 

But I had not much time for diversion, 
as any minute might bring the rumble of the 
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I lifted my adversary’s mask on the point of 
my steel and flung it away from me, and so 
successfully was the trick performed that it 
had well pleased my old fencing master, 
Monsieur Dampier, to see it, for I had not 
by so much as a pin-prick injured the skin. 

The bigger highwayman gave a great roar 
of a laugh. 

“ Faith, Dick,” he said, “this crop-ear 
fights like a gentleman, or the devil. I have 
seldom seen anything so prettily done.” 

And then stepping forward he bowed very 
politely to me and said: 

“ Will you do me, sir, the honor to cross 
swords with me ? ” 

Then I knew my two men for my old 
brother-pages, Tom Selby and Dick Lowndes, 
whom we had called Damon and Pythias at 
court for their fondness for each other’s com- 
pany, though both were much changed, and 
I should hardly have known them at first but 
for Tom’s great voice. 

So I dropped my sword very sharp, and 
said I, with a snuffle: 

“ That will I not, Sir Highwayman, for I 
am a man of peace, yet learned swordsman- 
ship before my eyes were opened to the truth, 


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of an old fencing master that lodged above 
Master Truefitt’s the tailor’s, nigh St. 
Clement Dane’s, where I served my appren- 
ticeship.” 

Now the flapping brim of my Kound- 
head’s hat was over my face, and in the 
moonlight I trusted to escape recognition. 
And watching them narrowly I saw that so 
far I was safe. 

Tom Selby again roared with laughter, 
and ’twas like the bellow of a bull, so that 
I prayed the coach was not close up lest they 
should take alarm and the jest be spoiled. 

“ Why, you are the very king of snips,” 
said he, “ and wasted sitting cross-legged on 
a bench. Why not join our merry company 
and pitch your sad-faced crew to the deuce?” 

"That may not be. Sir Highwayman,” I 
said, whining, “ for I am a godly man; and 
if time served I would wish to expound a 
chapter to you and your fellow-sinner. But 
I have more immediate duties.” 

“ What duties, Sir Snip ? ” said one of the 
rogues, mimicking me, and I could see they 
were rolling about on their horses with 
laughter. 

Then Dick Lowndes, who was ever an imp 


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SX 

of mischief, cried out that they hungered to 
hear me expound a chapter, and would have 
me light down on the ground “ where,” said 
he, “you can cross your legs and believe 
yourself breeehes-making, and even so,” he 
went on, “ repair the rents in our garment of 
righteousness.” 

“ Nay,” said I, “ that may not be, for I am 
convoying Mistress Prudence Budgin, wife 
of my friend Captain Valiant-in-the-Faith 
Budgin of the London train-bands, to abide 
a while with her mother in the valley of the 
Exe.” 

“ And where is the lady ? ” cried my high- 
waymen. 

“ Alas, gentlemen,” said I, “ she is close at 
hand, for I hear even now the rumble of her 
coach.” 

The two gentlemen immediately became 
serious and looked to the priming of their 
pistols. 

“ You are not alone, then ? ” said one. 
“ How many in the party ? ” 

“ Three men besides myself and the lady.” 

“ Armed ? ” 

“ Why, yes, we travel armed, but we are 
men of peace.” 


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“ Ha,” said one to the other, “ His two to 
one. Let ns bind this rogue.” 

“ Ah, no, gentlemen,” I cried out, as 
though in mortal terror, “ do not bind me, 
I pray. Let me go in peace, and I will de- 
liver up to you the treasure the lady carries, 
which is three hundred guineas in gold, all 
sewn in the lining of her coach.” 

Then Dick Lowndes struck me with the 
flat of his sword and cried out that I was a 
cowardly dog and unfit to have charge of 
beauty, and Tom Selby shouted: 

“ And to think, Dick, thou should’st have 
crossed swords with this very dastard of a 
snip ! ” 

“ Will thy men not fight ? ” asked Dick 
very sternly. 

“ They are in my pay,” said I, “ and they 
know nothing of the treasure. If ye will 
give me my part, Sir Highwaymen, they 
will not fight.” 

“ Why God help this lady ! ” said Tom 
Selby. “ She has indeed fallen among 
thieves. And it were an enterprise for us, 
Dick, to rescue beauty in distress.” 

“ She will fight like any cat,” cried I. 

“ Why, then, His all the worse,” said they, 


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83 


“ she should be in such rascally hands. Yet 
Roundhead guineas were a right-fitting prize 
for King’s men, and we are not free even to 
meddle. She shall dance with us by moon- 
light and then go her way, guinealess. 
But swear, knave, swear, you will show her 
no treachery ! ” 

“ That will I,” cried I, “ for if her godly 
spouse suspected foul play he would run me 
through, being a choleric man. But my 
guineas, gentlemen ? ” 

“ You shall have them, rascal,” they cried, 
“ and here comes the coach ! ” 

“ Fall back, fall back,” I entreated, “ and 
let me speak with my fellows.” 

“ Go then,” said Tom Selby, with an oath, 
“ and at the first sign of foul play we fire.” 

I then went forward and instructed my 
men, and whispered to the Queen who the 
highwaymen were. So when they rode down 
upon us our postilions ran away as if the 
devil were at their heels, and my Tom, who 
was ever ripe for a jest, flung down the reins 
and roared for mercy, while the Queen 
sobbed in her coach so that the highwaymen 
looked as foolish as if they had captured a 
pack of children. 


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However, they whipped off the reins, and 
tied Tom and me hack to back, and then 
Dick Lowndes, advancing to the Queen, 
prayed her not to he alarmed. 

“ For,” said he, “ we are slaves of your 
sex, only obliged by circumstances to abjure 
the society of ladies. Wherefore,” said he, 
“ if you will tread a measure with me upon 
this velvety sward where many a fairy has 
danced before, we shall allow you to proceed, 
first relieving you of any watches, rings, 
bracelets, or such trinkets which might 
prove a temptation to the evil-disposed, of 
whom you will meet many in these wild 
days.” 

Then the Queen sobbed with her hand- 
kerchief to her eyes that she would not dance 
with him, but Dick insisting, she came out 
of her coach. 

As she stepped into the moonlight a ring 
on her finger caught the light and broke it 
into a thousand rays. 

“ Why, here is a pretty gaud for a Puritan 
madam,” cried Dick; and Tom Selby drew 
nearer at the words. “ Let me see it closer, 
I pray.” 

Now, it was the Queen’s ring of betrothal, 


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with the King’s monogram in diamonds and 
a true lover’s knot above, and the centre was 
a great ruby heart, and within it was writ: 

“ God in Trinity, bless our Unity.” 

“ Why, who are you ? ” he cried, “ that 
dare wear the Queen’s ring ? ” 

And at first, I think, he had no thought 
but that the ring had been stolen, or forced 
from the Queen, for indeed in those days no 
one knew what might have happened. 

u Who should dare,” said she, “ but the 
Queen ? ” And withdrawing the cambric 
from her eyes she smiled on him, the smile 
which had made us all her slaves of old. 

Then my two old brother-pages knelt be- 
fore her and kissed her hands, and never saw 
I a man so ashamed and mum-chance as 
Dick Lowndes. And a pretty trick he served 
me in return; for while he pretended to un- 
bind me he dealt me several very hard, albeit 
jocose, blows with the flat of his sword, 
counting them each as the guineas that were 
to have fallen to my share. So that at last 
I cried out for mercy, whereupon the Queen 
demanded to know if we thought we were 


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yet at court to be employed in such a rough 
boys’ play. 

And that nig'ht my old comrades would 
have us to a little inn on the borders of the 
wood, whereof the host was a King’s man, 
and he and his comely wife overpowered to 
see the Queen. 

And there we rested; and I w*as glad for 
her Majesty’s sake that it need not be another 
night in the coach. Indeed, we w^ere served 
right royally, and the Queen’s wine poured 
in a golden goblet, and I pray I may never 
taste worse. 

That night we slept in the finest of linen, 
and I arose mightily refreshed; and going 
forth from my chamber was glad to see her 
Majesty walking in the garden taking the 
air which blew sweetly over beds of sweet 
peas and clove-gillyflowers. 

And that morning she had us to breakfast 
with her, myself and the two highwaymen; 
and a right merry meal it was. Indeed, so 
sweet was the place and so peaceful that it 
grieved us to leave it and go forth to we 
knew not what. I can still see the inn- 
parlor with its little windows opening from 
the garden, and the rosy trellis on its wall- 


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paper, and the trail of flowers on its curtains. 
So different it all seemed from the grim 
menace the future held for us. 

And even to the kitchen-wench, they were 
in tears at parting from the Queen, so that 
her Majesty was much moved. 

We grieved too to leave our two gentlemen 
of the road, who prayed indeed to ride with 
her Majesty to Exeter town, and were hut 
dissuaded by the representations I made that 
it would add to our danger. 

“ For,” said I, “ it would draw the eyes 
of all the world if such a pair were seen to 
be of the company of the good train-hand 
captain’s wife. No, no,” I said, “ away with 
your love-locks and your ruffling it; ye are 
no company for godly folk ! ” 

And so, most unwillingly, they saw us de- 
part. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


A HOME-COMING. 

The next night we lay at Lily’s Leaf ; and 
a happiness it was to me that the Queen’s 
room should once more receive a Queen. I 
had had no means of warning my aunt of the 
august guest she was to receive, hut I knew 
that all love and loyalty could do to make 
up for poverty and unpreparedness would be 
done, and so much I said to the Queen. 

“ Ah, Master Lancelot,” she sighed, “ we 
have long ceased to care for matters of per- 
sonal state and splendor, and would rather 
lay our heads on a straw pillow in the 
meanest cottage, so peace and love were 
there, than in palaces with rebellion knock- 
ing at the doors and insult kept at bay only 
by guards and walls. I pray his Majesty may 
sleep as well to-night ! ” 

And then she sighed, as she had done 
much of late. 

“ Madam,” said I boldly, “ there was a 
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greater King who knew not where to lay His 
head.” 

“You are right, Master Lancelot,” she 
answered sweetly, “ and He knows where our 
consort rests to-night, though we do not.” 

I had never revisited Lily’s Leaf in all 
these years, the times being so troublous and 
the distance a considerable one in such times. 
Yet they had found ways to let me know of 
the life there, and I feared no gap in the lit- 
tle circle of human beings I loved, though 
Selim and Saladin lay in their grassy graves 
within the park walls, and little Don had put 
aside his frolicking for a like ease. 

Yet ’twas with a feeling of relief that, 
emerging from the maze of grassy lanes and 
skirting woodlands before the entrance-gate 
of Lily’s Leaf, I found no breaks in the walls 
nor other trace of disturbance. For those 
destroyers had wasted many a noble man- 
sion from mere wantoness of destruction and 
hatred of venerable things, even as they had 
sacrilegiously stabled their horses in God’s 
houses throughout the land. But as I had 
dared to hope, the seclusion and also the 
poverty of Lily’s Leaf had been its salvation. 

When I shouted at the gate a very ancient 


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man came out, and seeing me there, a horse- 
man, quivered with fear. 

“ What is your business, honorable sir ? ” 
he asked, “for here are no breakers of the 
peace, nor soldiers of any party, nor wealth, 
nor aggression, but only old men and help- 
less women, and poverty. Pray you then pass 
on your way.” 

“ Why, Peter,” I said, “ have you forgotten 
me ? Look closer and you will remember.” 

“ It is never Master Lance ! ” he cried, be- 
tween sobbing and laughing, “ and grown 
great and strong, and in the garb of a Round- 
head ? ” 

“ That was necessary, Peter,” said I. “ I 
am convoying a great lady to a place of 
safety. If you will come to-morrow morn- 
ing to the Hall, you will have the honor to 
kiss her hand.” 

For I was desirous of sparing her Majesty 
the emotion which she now seemed to suffer 
when it was brought home to her that yet 
there were true hearts in this England of 
ours, ready to suffer and die for her and the 
King. 

“ All well, Peter ? ” I asked, while he 
threw open the gates. 


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91 


ee As well as may be, master, with loyal 
folk in these unhappy times. And great 
comfort there will be in your coming, for we 
had well-nigh ceased to hope you would come 
at all, who for all we knew were dead in the 
King’s cause with many another noble gen- 
tleman.” 

I waved my hand to the old fellow, and 
rode ahead. Now the Queen was safe within 
the park walls I felt easy in going before, 
not only to get the surprise of my own 
coming past, but that I might warn them of 
the coming of the Queen. So I put my 
Achmet to it and rode gayly across the park, 
leaping here a ha-ha and there a prickly 
hedge, till I was come very speedily to the 
door of Lily’s Leaf. 

I hammered upon it with all my might ; 
and as I waited memory was sharp within 
me, for from the moat there rose again the 
honeyed smell of the lilies as in that summer 
long ago. 

It was moonlight now, and floods of silver 
light lay beyond the shadow of the house ; 
but here by the door all was darkness. I had 
lit down from my barb, and knowing he 
would come to my call when I needed him, I 


92 A Home-coming. 

suffered him to stray, picking the dewy grass 
as he went. 

Presently there was a shuffling of feet be- 
hind the stout door, and it was opened a lit- 
tle way from the inside, yet held securely by 
a chain, while some one peeped out. 

I knew our major-domo, old Rowantree, 
by the voice, though his face was in shadow. 

“ Go your way, good Master Puritan,” he 
said acridly ; “ here is nothing to come for 
only poverty and old age. These wars have 
stripped us hare.” 

And would have shut the door in my 
face if I had not suddenly kissed his cheek 
as he stood peering forth through the chink. 

“ What ! ” I cried, “ none of the cakes or 
sugared confections or cordial waters with 
which good Mistress Rowantree sent me 
forth four years ago this summer ? ” 

" Why, God bless me, Tis Sir Lancelot 
himself ! ” he cried, in a great hurry taking 
down the chain, and almost beside himself 
with sudden joy. 

I embraced him as I stepped within the 
hall. 

“ Get out your best napery,” I said, “ and 
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93 


have these stored away in safe hiding. And 
set a great fire in the Queen’s room, and see 
that all is made ready, for the Queen asks the 
hospitality of Lily’s Leaf to-night.” 

“ The Queen ? ” he cried, staring at 
me. 

“ Aye, the Queen. She will be here in 
half an hour. Go tell your wife.” 

And then left him to take in the surprising 
news, for I had no more time to wait, but 
hastened upstairs at a great pace, yet remem- 
bering from old habit where the stair was 
worm-eaten or there was a gap in the hand- 
rail. 

So I came through the dark house to the 
door of the Blue Chamber, where my aunt 
sat of evenings, and opening the door softly 
passed within. At my end of the room was 
thick shadow. At the other burned a fire of 
wood, for the great room struck cold. There 
was a little table with two candles upon it, 
drawn within a screen close to the blaze, and 
there sat my Aunt Monica and Father John 
playing at chess, and close by I saw my sis- 
ter. Her face was whiter than a lily against 
the black wood of tbe mantel-shelf, and her 
fingers yet held within the leaves of a book, 


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A Home-coming. 


But something had ruffled her calm, as the 
wind ruffles the lilies, and she sat, with her 
chin lifted in air, an image of listening. 

“ Has the wind come into the room ? ” 
said my aunt, peering towards me through 
the shadows. 

"Nay, Madam/’ said Father John, " the 
door is fast closed.” 

" Three times running I 'have dreamed of 
my nephew,” she said, " and I have had a 
warning of sudden news.” 

"Why, Madam,” said Father John, "’tis 
unbecoming a Christian lady to set such store 
as you do by signs and omens.” 

"We were ever a family acquainted with 
the supernatural,” said my aunt compla- 
cently. " My great-aunt, Sybilla, had the sec- 
ond sight.” 

" Therefore she was well-named,” said 
Father John, " but ’tis your play, Madam.” 

Yet my sister kept her posture of listen- 
ing. 

Seeing there was no time to be lost, I rat- 
tled the door-handle with my hand and then 
came forward a step or two. The old dog, 
who had been sleeping on my aunt’s gown, 
too inert with age to hear me enter, now 


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95 


came forward barking and wheezing ; but 
as he approached me his bark was changed 
to a whine of delight. My aunt stood up, 
leaning on her staff, and peered into the 
shadows. Father John, as if he had forgot- 
ten how many years had gone by since he 
had carried a sword, clapped his hand where 
a sword had hung, and then shaking his head 
as at his own forgetfulness, also stood wait- 
ing. 

But Isabel turned round with what I saw 
to be a wonderful sweet smile. 

“ It is Lancelot — Lancelot come home 
again ! ” she cried, and then ran to me, and 
flinging her arms about me pulled me to the 
light. 

For a minute, I did not know why, when 
she had drawn me into that circle they all 
fell back and looked at me with faces of 
dread. Then I remembered my Roundhead’s 
dress. 

“ ’Tis a masquerade,” I cried, “ and be pre- 
pared for other masquers.” 

Hist ! there was the rumble of the coach. 
“ Madam my aunt,” I said, “ to-night Lily’s 
Leaf is to be greatly honored. Prepare your- 
self to receive the Queen’s majesty, now on 


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her way to a place of safety. She will lie 
this night at Lily’s Leaf.” 

Then they seemed almost as though they 
had forgotten me. But at that instant the 
door was flung open, and old Bowantree 
stood in his faded livery, bearing a bunch of 
wax candles, to light the chamber. 

How they had prepared so speedily I know 
not, but the hall also showed well-lit by the 
time the Queen’s coach was come. There 
were wax candles in silver branches every- 
where, and though the summer wind sighing 
through the house lifted the ragged tapes- 
try, and set the lights to flare, Lily’s Leaf 
showed little of its poverty at that first en- 
trance. 

As though they had been an army of ser- 
vants stood the major-domo and his wife to 
let the Queen pass, and my aunt was on the 
threshold-stone to welcome in her Majesty, 
and Father John and my sister each stood a 
little way off ; and there was the light in 
Isabel’s eyes which only the thought of the 
King had power to bring there. 

Our table was not sumptuously spread that 
night ; but a couple of fat capons and a ham 
of Yorkshire well-pleased her Majesty ; and 


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the few treasures of napery and silver left 
to Lily’s Leaf were set to serve the meal. 
Also there was some wine which had lain in 
our cellar nigh one man’s lifetime, and was 
fit to set before the Queen, and I think it 
comforted her of her fatigue. 

Very fine it was to see old Rowantree serve 
her Majesty on bended knees ; and I think 
she missed nothing of the love and deference 
due to her. 

Then after dinner she deigned to play at 
dominoes with Father John, and when she 
had worsted him called him a courtier. 

“Why, your Majesty,” said he, “true it 
is the light is in my old eyes, so that you 
have me at a disadvantage.” 

And when she laughingly would shift the 
candles he assured her that they made no 
difference. 

“For,” said he, “your Majesty’s mother, 
the Queen-mother, did so dazzle me when 
first I beheld her many years ago, that 
neither euphrasy nor eyebright has availed 
to restore my vision. And the like with your 
Majesty, who are not less beautiful than she.” 

I could see that the Queen was mightily 
taken with Father John, who had never 


A. Home-coming. 


forgotten the graces of his youth and middle- 
age ; hut indeed she looked round upon all 
of us as if she loved us ; and where Isabel 
sat by her harpsichord with devout eyes 
turned towards her Majesty, I could see that 
the Queen’s gaze often went. 

And when it was time for her Majesty to 
go to rest she turned very sweetly to my 
aunt, and said she : 

“ Shall I not have Mistress Isabel for my 
tiring-woman ? ” 

And Madam Tregarthen gladly assenting, 
the Queen took my sister’s hand, and drew 
her with her ; and Isabel’s face was at once 
tearful and radiant, a mood which mightily 
became her. 


CHAPTER IX. 

WE MEET WITH GYPSIES. 

The next morning the Queen came to the 
Blue Chamber with my sister’s hand in hers; 
and Isabel’s face, which last night was pale 
as a lily, to-day seemed transfigured. As I 
learned afterwards, the Queen had talked 
much with her of the King, the White King, 
as he is known for his stainlessness, and the 
hero of my sister’s dreams, and had seemed 
to take comfort from Isabel’s love. 

They had set her Majesty’s table in the 
oriel facing south over the moat, with its 
moored fleets of lilies, and when she had 
seated herself she said ’twas as sweet as 
Paradise; a fancy which had often come to 
myself. And still she held my sister’s hand 
between her own. 

“ Madam Tregarthen,” she said, as my 
Aunt Monica stood before her bowed upon 
her staff, “ will you give, me this child ? ” 

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100 We Meet with Gypsies. 

My aunt trembled as a dead leaf shivers 
in the wind. 

“ It is not a time,” she said, “ when a loyal 
subject of your Majesty can refuse you 
aught.” 

" Alas, dear friend,” said the Queen, “ do 
I ask you too much ? ” 

" That your Majesty could not do,” said 
my aunt stoutly. " Yet the child is dear, 
and I am very old.” 

" I have thought of it,” said the Queen 
gravely. “ But how would it be if anything 
so young and so fair should be left alone in 
these troublous times ? ” 

My aunt bent lower on her staff as she re- 
plied: 

“ I have lain awake o’ nights fearing it, 
your Majesty.” 

“ She would be safe with me, dear 
friend.” 

" Or share your Majesty’s danger.” 

"There will be none once we have come 
to our loyal city of Exeter, scarce more than 
a day’s journey from this place. I wait but 
till my little one is born to return to my own 
country, until happier times shall dawn. 
The child would be safe with me.” 


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“ There are dangers at court, your Maj- 
esty." 

“ She shall he by my side and guarded as 
my own daughter." 

“ God knows I yield her to your Majesty 
right willingly, though I may hardly dare 
hope again to behold her. Besides, if I 
grudged her she has chosen for herself. You 
have chosen, Isabel ? " 

“ Ah, yes, I have chosen," sighed Isabel, 
very low. 

“ There is no more to be said, your 
Majesty," said my aunt. “ I could not keep 
her if I would. Yet I am a Tregarthen, and 
no coward. But your Majesty will remem- 
ber there were once two children playing in 
this house, and soon there will be none but 
the very old." 

Then the Queen kissed her on the cheek. 

“ We will come back," she said; “ in the 
providence of God we will come hack. He 
has not yet done with the Stuarts. I pray it 
be in thy time; and when the fortunes of 
this old house are rebuilt, as they shall he 
when we return, you will have the child 
again." 

And after that no more was said, but Isa- 


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bel served her Majesty with tender duty, and 
while she rested sat by her on a tabouret 
playing very sweetly upon her lute. But the 
music sounded like a lamentation, as though 
she thought upon the King. 

Quite early in the day the coach was at 
the door, and our horses waiting. Isabel went 
in the coach with the Queen; and I was the 
last to mount, for I had snatched the time 
to revisit the old places I loved, which, but 
for a little overgrowth, smiled as sweetly in 
the sun as when I had gone hence a boy. 

Very sad it was to me to see Madam 
Tregarthen and her old friend the priest 
watch our departure, with the old servants 
a sorrowful group in the background, half- 
dissolved in tears. We were leaving behind 
us none but the very old. And yet as the 
Queen had said, they were safer without Isa- 
bel, for who would trouble to molest the 
very old ? and if danger had come to Lily’s 
Leaf they were unable to protect my sister. 

Besides, her looks filled me with grief, for 
she was light as thistledown, and as white; 
and I could not help feeling what those years 
of calamity must have meant for her in her 
loneliness, seeing that all her dreams were 


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of the King. Now at least she would serve 
those nearest to him; and if his fortunes 
should turn, as even yet they might, she 
would come back to her pink comeliness as a 
rose that has been kept in darkness recovers 
when it is brought to the sun. Also she 
would comfort her Majesty, for it had been 
a grief to me to see my dear mistress with 
only men about her at a time when most she 
needed a woman’s love. 

We rode all day without mishap, and I 
ceased to feel afraid, for next day would see 
us among friends. And that night, though 
I entreated her, her Majesty would not halt 
except for so long a time as was necessary to 
refresh ourselves and give a little rest to our 
tired horses. 

Our way lay through lonely country, over 
a great moor, the solitariness of which, for 
it seemed as alone with the sky as the high- 
est mountain peak, might depress the spirits 
under happier conditions; but at this time 
we desired nothing so little as the sight of 
our fellow-man. 

Now all around us lay a sea of brown 
moor, broken at times by great bowlders, and 
as we travelled we saw many herds of deer, 


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standing at gaze, and very stately they 
looked against the illimitable sky. Hares, 
too, fled from our path, and the rabbits 
scurried in thousands as we went by; and 
about the sunset we saw a great gold eagle 
hang in the sky, a mighty fine sight, for as 
he sailed in the sunset he seemed made of 
living gold, and we watched him till his color 
faded to dun and he was lost. Larks, too, 
rose everywhere about our feet and sank to 
their nests again as soon as we had passed; 
and there was abundance of game birds 
everywhere amid that sea of moor, where 
there was only the moor and the sky. 

Towards day we had an encounter with a 
great party of those strange, wandering folk 
called gypsies, who were encamped in the 
shadow of a bowlder that stood like a small 
mountain on the -moor, so that we were in 
the midst of them ere we caught sight of 
their camp-fires. 

Two wild-looking fellows had caught the 
horses’ heads, and a great number of men, 
women, and children flowed about the coach, 
so that we could not have ridden them down 
without murder. Besides which the Queen 
looked forth from her coach as if she liked 


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105 


the scene, seeing which some of the wenches 
came forward and prayed to tell her fortune, 
while I parleyed with him who seemed the 
head of the tribe to let us pass. 

He was a majestic-looking fellow, with 
eyes of night and a forest of hair and beard, 
and of a girth and a height that seemed to 
me in curious likeness to the great brown 
rock below which they rested. But, albeit 
his expression seemed harmless enough, he 
scowled on me as though I had done him a 
wrong, and demanded a sum of money from 
me ere we should pass, which I was in no 
way disposed to grant him, for the King’s 
war had dissipated so much money that the 
Queen had scarce enough to serve her till 
she should reach the Queen-mother’s shelter. 

Certainly these wandering gentry had 
grown wondrous insolent during the trou- 
bles, so that the country, what with high- 
waymen, gypsies, and disbanded soldiers, was 
no place for quiet folk. 

While I tried to smooth the fellow’s ill 
disposition towards us the crowd had thick- 
ened about the coach; and glancing that way 
anxiously I was relieved to see that her 
Majesty seemed on excellent terms with the 


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gypsies, so that she held in her arms a brown 
gypsy babe, and smiled sweetly to it, kissing 
it, while the babe answered her in its tender 
way. And so kind were the faces that looked 
on at the scene that my heart leaped up, be- 
lieving the Queen’s sweetness of spirit might 
be the means of rescuing us from our uncom- 
fortable position. 

Even my fellow, who seemed a king among 
them, softened his face as he looked that 
way, and his eyes, large and wild, reminded 
me of a king stag we had seen on our journey, 
who had stood in the forefront of the herd 
and smelt the air towards us, scenting danger. 

Then I saw an old woman emerge from 
the crowd and gaze upon her Majesty. She 
must have been very old. Her skin was 
like brown leather, and it stretched over the 
bones of her face tightly so that there were 
innumerable lines, but no wrinkles. Her 
body also had fallen in to be hardly bigger 
than a bird’s: but for all her great age, her 
air was alert, and the little deep-sunk eyes 
were alive, w r hen else the face had looked 
dead. 

She was demanding to tell the Queen’s 
fortune, but, “ Hay/’ said her Majesty, “ for 


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I a-m a wife and the mother of children, and 
all my great happenings have befallen me. 
But here is a child on the threshold of life. 
Give her gallants, and a fine husband and 
sweet children and a fair course, I beseech 
you, good Mistress Gypsy.” 

Now I saw that Isabel looked pale and full 
of fears, and I would have prevented this 
play, but that I feared to offend the gypsies 
still further. So I pressed nearer the coach, 
and as I did the gypsy king was by my side. 

Then I saw the old gypsy take my sister’s 
hand, and smoothing it softly peer into it 
by the light of the torches some of them had 
carried from the fires. There was a silence 
so great that it seemed you could hear far 
away the call of the sea, and the whisper 
of the night-wind in the grasses at our feet. 

“ I see no love nor marriage here,” said 
the gypsy, “nor children nor a fair future. 
I see a heart spent for one high above us, and 
then — there is a black cloud and nothing 
more. Ah,” she cried, her voice rising to a 
shriek, “ I will see no more; I have seen too 
much.” 

She put away my sister’s hand gently, and 
took that of the Queen. Now I was an- 


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gered at Isabel’s pallor, and her great eyes of 
fear, and I would have sent the crone pack- 
ing if I could have come near; but already 
she had the Queen’s hand, who, while look- 
ing with tender anxiety at my sister, seemed 
as if she could scarce resist the gypsy’s will. 

I prayed to myself that the screech owl 
might have no such prophecy of ill for the 
Queen, and comforted myself with the belief 
that amid the strange, new circumstances 
Isabel would soon forget. 

Meanwhile the crone groped and peered 
over the Queen’s hand as though she were 
mightily puzzled, and muttered to herself 
and shook her head, while we waited in 
silence. 

At last she looked up from her scrutiny, 
very fierce and sharp at the Queen. 

"Why, what is here,” she said, "in a 
Roundhead madam’s hand ? I see the 
daughter of a king, the wife of a king, the 
mother of kings. Are you a queen. Madam, 
as I once was, but a queen of gypsies ? ” 

" I am Henrietta Maria of France and 
England,” said the Queen simply, and al> 
most as if she could not resist to speak the 
words. 


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Then these simple people burst into such 
a cry of love and loyalty as ever I have heard, 
and the king advancing placed himself and 
his tribe, and all that was theirs, at her 
Majesty’s pleasure, and kneeling by the 
coach-door prayed her Majesty to alight and 
stay with them a little while, which the 
Queen graciously was pleased to do; and 
strange it was to see her sit at meat while 
the king served her, and all those wild people 
stood around, looking on her as if she were 
more than mortal. 

Then I understood the frowardness before, 
Which was not indeed to us but to our gar- 
ments ; for these wandering people were 
King’s folk, and much persecuted by the 
Parliament who, God help, would have all 
men cut to a pattern, and that the Round- 
head. 

Then ere we parted there were led up to 
us two wild and shaggy little ponies, pretty 
creatures of a great spirit and wisdom, which 
were the gifts of the gypsy king to the Queen 
and my sister. 

And we parted from them with blessings 
and tears. 

But just as the Queen’s coach began to 


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move, the old woman who had called herself 
a queen, came to my side. 

“ I told the Queen nothing,” she whis- 
pered, “ but there was death in her hand. 
And the death in your sister’s was the same. 
Listen ! The King will die; and your sister 
will die of it, and many another with her; 
hut I said nothing to the Queen, because I, 
too, am a woman and the mother of children, 
and once I, too, was a queen.” 


CHAPTEK X. 


I FALL INTO THE HANDS OF FAIRFAX. 

And now my story draws to a close, for I 
will not dwell upon those years in which I 
wandered between France and England, an 
instrument in the hands of those who would 
compass his Majesty’s deliverance ; for as all 
the world knows, these efforts availed noth- 
ing. 

But in the dangers and escapes of those 
times I had ever two faithful friends and 
comrades, for Tom Dale remained with me 
as my body-servant, and my Achmet had 
never yet failed me. 

And now at last, and this was the winter 
of 1648, the King, who had so long wan- 
dered homeless, a shuttlecock between the 
Parliamentarians and the Scots, had at last 
found a resting-place in his own Palace of 
Whitehall, where he was indeed in the hands 
of his bitterest enemies. Yet no one at that 
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time guessed the fatal issue he would hare 
of his troubles, though I know he dreaded 
for himself that the malice of his enemies 
would not stop even at regicide, if that could 
be done privately. 

Now I was hearing messages from the 
Queen to the King, in that very month of 
December, and since we yet had our friends 
in the very prison I rode without fear, and 
Tom Dale behind me, on a very brisk and 
frosty morning, so keen that it set the blood 
to tingle, and even amid such sorrows made 
the youth felt in our hearts. 

We wore as usual the dress of citizens of 
London, the sad-colored garments which 
were the only wear since those hypocrites 
were come into power. 

I had the Queen’s letters safe hidden in a 
pocket of my saddle, constructed to keep such 
treasures, and so long had we gone to and 
fro with impunity that now we had come to 
fear no surprise. 

I remember that I was riding with a slack 
rein, and with upturned face was listening to 
the wondrous sweet song of a robin in a tree, 
when Tom cried out that we were pursued. 
I looked back in my saddle and saw that a 


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troop of mounted men with swords drawn 
were hot-foot upon our track. They had 
taken to the sward so that we should not 
hear their horses’ hoof-heats, hoping so to 
surprise and surround us. 

“ There is nothing for it hut speed, Tom,” 
I shouted hack to him ; and I felt no wise 
dismayed, for I would have set the speed of 
my Achmet against that of any race-horse in 
England ; and these rode heavy troopers’ 
horses, built for endurance, but not for 
flight. 

No sooner did they see that we appre* 
hended their pursuit than they were upon us 
with a great shouting. I spurred my Ach- 
met, who rose like a bird, and Tom, who was 
well mounted to keep pace with me, came 
thudding behind me, shouting, “ Their nags 
are as heavy as their wits. They have no 
chance against blood ; ” for I think Tom, 
too, felt the exhilaration of the unexpected 
danger. 

However, our flight was soon cut short. 
From a thicket on our left there came a sud- 
den report of firearms, and at the same mo- 
ment I felt a sharp tingling of pain in my 
leg above the knee, and knew I had been hit. 


114 I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. 

“ Tom,” I gasped, “ they have had me this 
time.” 

“ Alas ! they have,” cried Tom, “ and just 
when we had put so snug a distance between 
us and their troopers. Shall we light down 
and fight for it ? ” 

“ Nay,” cried I, flinging myself from the 
saddle, though the effort cost me much pain 
and a great effusion of blood. “ But take 
Achmet and go on. You know what is to 
be done as well as I do. Receive the King’s 
dispatch when it is ready, and take it to those 
we know of at Dover. Then if you will, come 
seek me.” 

Tom was already in Achmet’s saddle, yet 
looking at me doubtfully, when a soldier, 
then another, and another came leaping over 
the fence that divided the wall from the 
road. At the same time we heard the thud 
of the mounted party as it approached ; so, 
seeing there was no time for speech, he drove 
spurs in the barb, and left me there, lean- 
ing against his horse’s side. 

I made no resistance when they surrounded 
me, and said little, feeling indeed rather faint 
for loss of blood ; but never had I seen so 
many sour faces, so that I was conscious of a 


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dim wonder in my heart as to whether these 
Puritans were in very act to change the 
wholesome faces of Englishmen. 

They interrogated me very angrily as to 
who I was, and why we had ridden away from 
them. 

“ That you should know/’ said I, “ who 
ride down and fire upon honest citizens in 
pursuit of their peaceful avocations.” 

“ Honest knaves and traitors ! ” cried a 
pimply-faced man, who seemed to be in com- 
mand of the troopers. “ If ye were honest 
citizens ye had not feared the soldiers of the 
Lord.” 

“ I am a timorous man,” said I, “ and so 
likewise is my friend. We mistrusted your 
intentions.” 

By this time I felt very sick and faint and 
was wondering how much longer I should be 
able to answer them, when the pimply-faced 
captain cried : 

“ Here, fling him across his horse and take 
him to the General. We shall soon find out 
if these are the rogues we wanted.” 

Then they bound me in the saddle, and a 
trooper rode by me, leading my horse, and 
we retraced the way we had come. I knew 


116 I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. 

that by this time Tom must have distanced 
those who went in pursuit, for some of them 
came back, hanging the head. But I was ill 
at ease, for I knew traitors must have been 
at work to apprise the army of our 
coming. 

Presently, after riding some way on a side 
road that skirted a wood, we came suddenly 
upon a great common, studded all its way 
with little white tents, and the place seemed 
as busy as so many hives of bees, with horse- 
men coming and going and soldiers exer- 
cising, and pickets at work, and I know not 
what briskness of a camp. 

Yet was there none of the shouts and 
jovial greetings common among soldiers, and 
as we rode on our way, though many sour 
and curious glances were cast upon us, none 
asked a question, so that I thought within 
myself that truly these Puritans had changed 
the very nature of man. 

At the door of a great bell-shaped tent, 
before which a soldier was pacing, my guard 
stopped. 

“ Let the General know/’ said my captor, 
“that Captain Jones brings a prisoner.” 

The soldier turned from his pacing and 


I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. 117 

passed within. In a short space of time he 
returned. 

“ Will Captain Jones bring up the pris- 
oner ? ” 

I was then taken down from the horse, and 
still partly bound was led within the tent. 

At a table in the midst sat a man writing. 
For a minute or two no sound was there, 
other than the scratching of his quill. Then 
he pushed away his papers, turned his chair 
about, and faced us. It was Sir Thomas Fair- 
fax. 

Now was I amazed at the ravages war had 
wrought in his face. He had aged much 
since our last meeting, and he looked so 
careworn, so anxious, and so haggard that I 
rued it, albeit he had been seduced by these 
hypocrites and had fought against the King. 

“We have met before, sir,” he said, eye- 
ing me narrowly. 

“ At the Three Posts Inn near to Reading, 
some seven years ago come next May,” I an- 
swered him. 

“ Ah, yes,” he said. “ You are Sir Lance- 
lot Tregarthen,” and he smiled faintly to 
himself. “Have you been at peace or war 
since we met ? ” 


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“ At peace/’ I said, “ alas ! since I was at- 
tached to the Queen’s person.” 

“ And now ? ” 

“ I am a broken gentleman of fortune, like 
many a better man.” 

“Sir Lancelot,” said he suddenly, “you 
have had a wound ; you are bleeding.” 

And indeed the blood, which had filled my 
jack-boot, now begun to form a little pool 
about where I stood. 

“Through the excellence of your marks- 
men,” I said. 

“Captain Jones,” cried the General hastily, 
“ ’tis a chirurgeon we need and not a guard. 
Withdraw your men and find me Dr. Stannes. 
I am answerable for this gentleman.” 

Captain Jones bowed deeply and went. 
Although he had been froward with me I 
could see that his bearing to his General was 
one of great love and loyalty, which the com- 
mon soldiers shared towards this valiant, 
though misguided man. 

As soon as Captain Jones had left the tent, 
Sir Thomas Fairfax struck off himself the 
cords wherewith my hands were bound, and 
helped me to a couch which stood in the tent. 
He then proceeded with great sweetness and 


I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. 119 

gravity himself to cut away my boot so as to 
remove it without violence to my wound ; 
and while he was doing it, came the leech. 

His verdict was a comfortable one, seeing 
that, willy-nilly, I must regard myself as a 
prisoner. 

“ If the flesh inflame not/’ he said, “ ’twill 
heal in a month. Meanwhile quietness and 
abstinence will best serve it.” 

He then dressed it with a vulnerary and 
left us. 

How here was I in the strange position of 
dwelling in the General’s tent, for he would 
not hear that I should remove. I had lost 
much blood, so that for some days I was con- 
tent to lie in drowsy quiet. I had no 
thought of an escape, seeing that there was a 
guard upon the General’s tent, and that the 
camp lay all around. For the rest, he had 
seemed to trust me, since he let me be, only 
saying one day with his quiet smile : 

“ When the wound is healed ’twill be time 
to talk of a parole, which is stronger than 
cords among gentlemen.” 

And as to his tenderness for me in those 
days, surely no woman could have been 
sweeter. 


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Now being so close to Sir Thomas Fairfax 
I could not but observe many things. And 
one was his insistence and earnestness in 
prayer. Often at night when he thought I 
slept I have seen him praying with such an 
extremity of anguish that I have felt myself 
shudder and grow pale. And he has lain 
long on the earthy floor of the tent groan- 
ing, so that any stony heart might ache to 
hear him. By degrees it was borne in on me 
that he yet loved the King, and that his suf- 
ferings were for the King’s sake. I would 
his Majesty might have known it, for he had 
found it extremely bitter to lose my Lord 
Fairfax and his greater son. 

At last I was afoot again, and sore sick of 
the cramped life I led. 

One day that I had raised the flap of the 
tent and looked with envy on the meanest 
trooper that might come and go. Sir Thomas 
Fairfax came behind me and drew me within 
the tent. 

“ You would be going ? ” he said. 

“ Alas, that I might ! 99 I answered. 

“ Whither would you go ? ” 

Now for some strange reason my tongue 
spoke of itself words of imprudence. 


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“ To London, to see how it fares with the 
King’s majesty.” 

He turned away, and a sweat broke out on 
his face. 

“ They will not dare to hurt the Lord’s 
anointed,” he said to himself rather than to 
me. “ Ah, no, Harrison has sworn to me 
that there is no danger ; and I have prayed 
for the light and the leading, and it has not 
been vouchsafed.” 

I was spell-stricken at the words, and 
gazed at him dumbly. He had flung himself 
into a chair and covered his face with his 
hands. Presently he looked at me, and his 
gaze was wild and disordered. 

“ They will not dare hurt him,” he 
said. 

“ They will not dare,” echoed I, for in- 
deed none had forecast the wickedness and 
daring of those regicides. 

He breathed a little freer. 

“ Sir Lancelot Tregarthen,” he said, “ will 
you ride on my business to London ? ” 

“ That will I,” said I, “ if it conflicts not 
with my duty to the King.” 

“ Go, then,” said he. “ Bring me word 
how he fares. Thomas Fairfax should yet 


122 I Fall into the Hands of Fairfax. 

be a name to win entrance even to the 
King’s prison. I have your letters and pass- 
ports made ready, and have given you a fleet 
horse. If there is danger to the King ride 
day and night to bring me word. My Lady 
is in London, but if she has sent a messenger 
they have stopped him.” 

“ And what will you do, G-eneral Fairfax,” 
I asked, “ if danger there be ? ” 

He drew himself to his full height, 

“I cannot trust this mutinous and inso- 
lent army,” he said, “but my own men will 
follow me. God save the King ! ” 

He lifted his hat as he spoke. 

“ God save the King’s majesty ! ” I re- 
sponded. 

“ And now,” he said, “ your horse will be 
ready in half an hour.” 

So I went forth from the camp entrusted 
with Sir Thomas Fairfax’s mission to the 
King ; and strange it was to me to think 
how I had come and how I went, and how in 
that month’s space I had learned to love him 
who had been the King’s enemy. 

Now very eager I was to have news con- 
cerning Tom Dale and my AeLmet, and if 
the mission had prospered and the King’s 


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letters were safe with the Queen over sea. 
Because the knowledge that treachery had 
been at work in the matter of our pursuit 
and my capture made me fearful. 


chapter XI. 


THE END OF ALL THINGS. 

When I entered London town on the 
morning of the 30th of January, 1649, I 
found the streets wrapped in a fog so thick 
that, as I proceeded, myself and my horse 
might have been alone in a world devoid of 
other life. 

Fairfax’s letter had taken me past the 
guards and such outposts as I met on my 
way towards London; hut I found the fel- 
lows sullen and silent, and had had no news 
of how things fared with the King. Even 
now that I was within London it might have 
been a city of the dead. 

I had some ado to find my way to the 
Blue Boar in Holborn, the host whereof was 
a King’s man, and where I had been used to 
put up on my errands; and indeed the morn- 
ing had advanced some hours when I rode 
under the archway and into the courtyard. 

I had looked at most to find some sleepy 
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125 


ostler to take my horse and usher me within, 
but as I came into the courtyard I became 
aware that the place was lighted and busy; 
and seeing the lights through the fog gave 
me a strange mournful sense of drawing near 
to a house in the dead of night, and finding 
it all lit up because that some one lay there 
a-dying. 

As I came within the circle of the lights, 
Job, the ostler I well knew, came forward 
and took my horse. 

“ Lord ha’ mercy ! ” he cried when he saw 
my face. “ Art tha ? still alive, master ? ” 

“ Why, what else should I be, rascal ? * 
I cried. “ How fared it with Tom, my man, 
and the barb, when they came hither a 
month syne ? ” 

“ Tom, thy man ! ” repeated the fellow 
with a sort of sob. 

Then he ran away from me as if he were 
possessed, shouting to Master Melton, my 
host of the Blue Boar, to come forth, that he 
was needed. 

Master Melton came running forth, very 
white, I could see, about cheeks that were 
wont to hang fat and rosy. 

“ 0 Lord, sir ! ” he cried, “ have you heard 


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nothing P Alack and alack, we had thought 
your worship also was dead ! ” 

Now the phrase “ also was dead ” instantly 
checked my anger, with I knew not what 
foreboding. I sprang from my horse and 
flung the reins to the nearest fellow; and 
now the courtyard was full of them, and 
taking Master Melton by the arm I led him 
within the house. I drew him within the 
first room, hardly noticing that pale women’s 
faces peered at me from the corridors, and 
turning him about demanded news of my Tom. 

“ Alack, sir,” he cried, wringing his hands, 
“ Tis a sorrowful tale ! Alack, that I should 
have to tell it ! 99 

" Tell it straightway, good Master Mel- 
ton,” I cried, “ or I shall be tempted to for- 
get you are a friend and treat you as an 
enemy.” 

"Alas, sir, no,” he said, and despite his 
figure he seemed to rise to a height of mourn- 
ful dignity. “’Tis no day for King’s men 
to draw upon each other, this day when our 
sovereign lord is to die by the violence of men.” 

Now I was but newly recovered of my 
wound, and when he said this terrible thing 
the world passed away from me and I fell 


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like a log at his feet. For many hours I lay 
so, and they thought I should have passed 
away without speaking; but I came to my- 
self on the evening of that day, and lay 
watching the knitting-needles of Mistress 
Melton, the hostess of the Blue Boar, as she 
sat in the firelight near my bed. 

When she saw I was stirring she lit a 
branch of candles and came to my side. 

She too was pale, and as she looked down 
at me the tears chased each other in runnels 
adown her comely face. 

d I must get up,” I said. “ I have busi- 
ness with the King.” 

u Alas, my poor young gentleman,” she 
said, “ they have killed him ! ” 

Then it came upon me what had caused 
my seizure, and I hid my face in my hands. 

After that I was ill many days; indeed it 
was a spring day when they wheeled me at 
last to look over the window-ledge upon the 
scene in the busy courtyard below. 

Then at last they thought I could bear to 
hear the story of how the King had died, 
for Master Melton himself had stood with the 
crowd to see his martyrdom, and had wit- 
nessed in Westminster Hall his most grievous 


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trial. And however his light had been ob- 
scured when he reigned King in the sight 
of all men, it had shone forth with such 
lustre in those dolorous hours that never 
shall it be eclipsed in this our England. 

Then Master Melton told me how the 
King’s death had been accompanied by signs 
and portents, and how that for grief many 
had died, and others had been seized with a 
wasting sickness, and yet others had lost 
their wits, and were in little like ever to 
recover them. 

" Alas ! ” I cried out of the fulness of my 
heart, "if the General Fairfax could but 
have known ! ” 

"Why, yes,” said Master Melton, "they 
do say he had risked all to save the King, 
and the very hour of his death was held in 
prayer by Colonel Harrison lest any rumor 
should reach him of what was toward. And 
’tis said he will win no more battles for the 
King’s enemies. Myself beheld his Lady at 
the King’s trial, who when her Lord’s name 
was called, answered for him nimbly: ‘ He 
has more wit than to be here.’ And when 
they impeached his Majesty in the name of 
the people of England, came her cry again: 


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‘ No, not a tenth part of them/ They would 
have shot her down then if she had not been 
the Lady Fairfax; but I saw his Majesty 
smile and lift his hands towards her almost 
as though he blessed her.” 

“Alas !” I cried again: and at that mo- 
ment I pitied not so much any friend or 
lover of the King, but this same misguided, 
great soldier whose heart I had been priv- 
ileged to behold. 

“ And now,” I cried, “ since I am inured 
to trouble, tell me about my Tom.” 

For I knew no more than that Tom was 
dead, as so also was Achmet, in the King’s 
service. 

“ He came hither without mishap,” said 
my host, “ and yet I feared, for ’twas reported 
to me that the Roundheads had spies upon 
this place. Yet it might be that they were 
drawn to the Oliver’s Head yonder, where, 
alas for merry England ! one is found to 
fill men with the heathenish liquor known as 
coffee, and other men, yea, miscalled soldiers, 
are found to drink it. To an accompani- 
ment of psalms moreover. 

“ Well, thy Tom went on his errand, bear- 
ing his saddle upon his head as usual, and to 


130 The End of All Things. 

hear him assume the saddler’s speech and 
knowledge of his trade set my kitchen 
wenches nearly to dying with laughter; and 
thy barb fretted himself in the stall a couple 
of days at most. 

“ Then of a Friday night — thou hast heard 
’tis unlucky to start a journey or an enter- 
prise upon a Friday — thy Tom came in roar- 
ing for the barb. And would not wait hut 
to swallow a flagon of brown Burton. Yea, 
we shall not see his like again at emptying 
of the flagon ! 

“ The barb was brought forth, leaping and 
caracoling to be off, and said Giles or Miles, 
or one of the lads, ‘ The horse thinks ’tis a 
long road till he reach his master.’ Thy Tom 
saw himself to the adjustment of the saddle, 
and that all in the harness was safe, looked 
to the priming of his pistols, drew his belt 
about till the sword was to his hand, and 
mounted and rode forth. 

“ We bad hardly cried ‘ God speed ’ after 
him when there was a great hubbub in the 
street, and the gates of our courtyard were 
charged to and held by a score of troopers, 
else, indeed, we had sallied forth to help thy 
Tom, though we had been forced afterwards 


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to swear that we mistook his assailants for 
footpads. But we were in prison behind our 
gates, and only through the grating I wit- 
nessed that most heroic struggle. 

“ For they were on thy Tom like gnats 
about a man in summer, and he was pressed 
hack against the wall slashing everywhere 
with his sword, and in vain trying to draw 
his pistols. And thy Achrnet, as though he 
knew how precious a thing he guarded, 
reared high, giving what shelter he could to 
his rider, and then suddenly crashed forward 
on a Roundhead’s skull. All the time from an 
upper window of the Oliver’s Head two men 
did view that fight ; and one I could swear 
was Master Oliver Cromwell, the regicide. 

“ Alas, it could end hut one way, and thy 
Tom, ere he was spent, went near to saving 
the King, for at last he had succeeded in 
drawing his pistols, and suddenly raising 
himself in the moonlight he took aim at 
Oliver himself. And had shot him to a cer- 
tainty but that some of the troopers perceiv- 
ing his design dragged him from his horse 
and hewed him to pieces in the gutter. And 
thy Achrnet shortly afterwards died.” 

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When I rode out again from London town 
my hair that had been black was sprinkled 
with white. I rode like one without hope 
or fear, looking neither to right nor left: 
and the birds in the yet bare woods, the 
snowdrops pushing above the earth had no 
power to give me pleasure. 

I came so with a slack rein and a hanging 
head to the camp I had left with so different 
a heart, and speaking to no one, rode on till 
I was come to the General’s tent. 

The man on guard stood aside to let me 
pass, and I passed within, dropping the tent- 
flap behind me. 

The General sat as I had seen him when 
first I was brought there a prisoner, and as 
he turned at my coming I noticed without 
ruth, so greatly was I absorbed in my own 
sorrows, the blood-shot eyes and the face, 
scarred, it seemed, with trouble, of the King’s 
enemy, who yet had loved him. 

Silently I unbuckled my sword and laid it 
on the table before him. 

“ Take it again,” he said harshly, “ you are 
no longer a prisoner.” 

I assumed my sword once more. 

“ And the steed ? ” I said. 


The End of All Things. 


133 


“ Take it, if you will accept a gift from 
my 'hands.” 

“ Alas, General,” I began, but he inter- 
rupted me with the fury of grief. 

“ Go,” he said. “ I know all you can tell 
me. I know that you came too late, and that 
I was fooled by men and forgotten by God. 
Go, sir, I entreat of you.” 

And so I passed out of his presence, and 
saw him no more. But riding slowly, came 
to Lilyas Leaf some days after, and there 
rested with Madam Tregarthen and Father 
John. And came in the nick of time, as it 
proved, for our calamities were not at an 
end, and my aunt had surely died of grief 
when we had tidings that Isabel had died of 
the King’s death, like many another tender 
soul, if I had not been there to support her. 

But not so many months afterwards, when 
I had closed her own tired old eyes, I passed 
over to Ireland, and fought against the Lord 
Protector, as they named him, under the 
King’s generalissimo, the Duke of Ormond ; 
and in time found again health of mind and 
body. 

And now, as I conclude these pages, I am 
once more at Lily’s Leaf, with a dear wife 


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at my side and children about my knees. For 
in the fulness of time God brought back his 
Majesty Charles the Second to the throne 
of England. In the sunshine of royal favor 
I have prospered, and might be my Lord 
Tregarthen if I would, but should gain 
nothing by the change of name, so keep that 
which my fathers made honorable. 


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